Tea With Psychopaths

Lawn tennis and Margaret’s selfish husband

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Her face was all at once rather grave. “I’m so terribly sorry,” she said.

“Whatever for?” I chimed in with everybody else. I was busy surreptitiously tugging the tablecloth to spur the last cream cake onward to its rightful owner. Me.

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Jon Scott

Jon Scott

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Just another confused soul. Occasional scribbler of things. All views are someone else’s (probably)