My Father-in-Law Threw Us Out Before the General Arrived

Still nothing.

One of the MPs opened the front door.

Cold rain smell flooded the foyer.

William went out first. Margaret followed. He didn’t hold the door for her. Funny, the things people drop when there’s no audience left to impress.

The door shut behind them with a heavy old-house thud.

And that was that.

After

Not peace.

Nothing that clean.

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