
"Tom just shook his head when I painted the entry hall. The kids tell everyone mummy ran out of purple paint. It's not purple by the way. It's Evening Shadow." I'd barely crossed the threshold and I knew I was going to like her. "Come into the kitchen. Don't mind the mess." If she only knew what my kitchen looked like! I could hear small feet thumping up the stairs and stomping across the floor above. "Don't worry. They're just acting out because I told them to be good while you were here. They'll be down and sweat as pie when they know there is cake." She turned around and smiled, placing a slightly lopsided carrot cake on the table. "How long have you lived here?" I asked. "Feels like forever. It's only been three years. Tea?"
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