Martin believed that hell... «One Good Turn»
Ululu22 июля 2015Martin believed that hell would be to endure forever a wet Sunday in his mother's house - always four o'clock in the afternoon in January, with the smell of a shin beef stew cooking in the unventilated kitchen. Tobacco fumes, weak tea, the jaw-clenching sweetness of a fondant fancy. When he bought his house in Merchiston, he may not have been sure what it was made a house a home, but he knew what didn't.
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