“I don’t believe you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your husband just walked past us looking like he stepped out of an abattoir, which isn’t exactly a normal look for an accountant, and you don’t seem fazed by it at all.”
“Well, it’s not the first time.”
“What?”
“Lately, Hughie’s been coming home bloody every night.”
“And you never thought to ask him why? Or what’s going on in his life?”
“No. My mother taught me early on that sometimes the secret to happiness is figuring out which questions you’re better off not knowing the answers to.”
Consider this light fare a palate cleanser from yesterday’s post while I concoct tomorrow’s entry.
MADD FICTIONAL 
You deserve a break. Enjoy your rest. Looking forward to tomorrow’s post!
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Cheers, Suranne. I wasn’t happy with the post that was scheduled here, so I decided to take it back to the workshop for some last minute adjustments.
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You’ve been working hard! It’s impressive 😊
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Very kind of you to say, Katie. It’s just my ongoing relationship with words. Sometimes they come easily, other times they fight me tooth and nail.
I’m really enjoying your site, by the way (in case I haven’t mentioned it before).
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Thank you for the kind words. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.
I know exactly what you mean about some days things come easy and some days you fight with the words. It does seem to ebb and flow, which is why I admire people who keep on!
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Haha! She’s a smart cookie. If there’s a bloody mess just stay the hell away from it.
Short and sweet. Trick or treat! 🙂
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Sometimes, minding your own damned business is the only way to get by.
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Definitely a treat! Thank you for the spooky story.
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My pleasure! Thank you for taking the time to read it!
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