Consequences

“Where are you going now?” cried Molly, leaning out of the back seat of the car.

“Hold on a minute, love. I don’t need to take my car keys all the way to Mallorca.”

Harry had to unlock the front door again. He dropped the car keys into their box by the phone, had one last check that no bags were left in the hall, then went outside to join his wife. When he closed the front door, the curtains in the dining room billowed in the breeze.

 

As the car pulled out of the driveway, Molly said, “Honestly, darling, what were you thinking?”

“I have so much to do,” said Harry. “I never have enough time to get it all done. Work just takes up my whole life.”





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