“Endlessly.

At home.

Oh, I love him, I love him more than anything, but he calls me his flour girl and he makes his little jokes about my obsession, and I just, I could not bear the thought of him teasing me about it here, in your house, in front of you, for six whole months.

You were being so kind to take us in.

I did not want to be the silly old woman with the flour thing.