"No, ah--" Thomas huffed a laugh, though it was entirely humorous, maybe a bit exasperated. "She died. She was killed during the Purge."
He shook his head, a bit worried that he might look hysterical. Edith's loss was still fresh in his mind. "We weren't living as husband and wife, and had not been since I arrived here, but..."
Thomas trailed off and looked across the table at Greta, half apologetic and half bewildered.
"I'm sorry," he said at last. "Do you like reading?"
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Date: 2017-12-16 04:29 am (UTC)He shook his head, a bit worried that he might look hysterical. Edith's loss was still fresh in his mind. "We weren't living as husband and wife, and had not been since I arrived here, but..."
Thomas trailed off and looked across the table at Greta, half apologetic and half bewildered.
"I'm sorry," he said at last. "Do you like reading?"