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  • The lady protested that it would be unfair to leave one dog at home, but she was simply told, "leave two". This wasn't a suitable solution for her. For fifteen years she had walked her five dogs around Greenwich. She would leave her home at 5:45 each night and walk her dogs, three big German Shepherds, a Jack Russell and a Corgi for forty five minutes. She would then return home and cook dinner for herself and her husband, who unfortunately was sixteen years deceased and six feet under in a small graveyard five miles outside Lyndhurst in the New Forest.

    For dinner she would prepare herself a fresh salad, usually made from the ingredients she grew in her greenhouse. Occasionally she would pick up some extras from Greenwich village centre when she went in to pick up the steak she would cook for her husband. She would cook the steak well, though her husband had actually enjoyed it rare. It was something she had never got right but he had never minded. If he wanted it cooked the way he liked he would do it himself but life was too short to worry about things like that. She had always enjoyed cooking for him and he had always enjoyed the company and smile she brought to the table with his meal.

    She would eat and then sit and look at his plate and let a tear roll down her cheek. Usually just one but occasionally a river. She felt foolish when that happened. The lady would then take her plate to the kitchen and wash it slowly, always leaving the doors open through to the dining room. She would then return for his plate, now empty. A sheepish looking dog would walk out of the room and she would turn a blind eye. Instead the lady would smile at the thought of her husband and hope that tomorrow would be the day she would catch him on his brief trip home for tea.
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