When I saw her getting off the bus, it seemed to wipe away the years. Her face was older, just a little rough - but her eyes were still so clear.
Marjorie has returned to me, and I am indescribably happy! It was so important that the household knew a woman's touch.
And she left no time in applying that woman's touch to the house. The front lounge is now already laminated, I've painted the back parlour, and she has ordered new tiles for the bathroom. My back is in agony, my fingers pierced with splinters of laminate - and yet I am so incredibly happy.
Is her middle name Louise by any chance? And would she remember me? Would we part or stay awhile....
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