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Thursday, September 22, 2011

From "The Cosy Knave" by Dorte Hummelshoj Jakobsen

“Half-time,” Evy sighed, staring helplessly at Rhapsody. Perhaps she had begun to wonder if Tuxford´s elephantine screen was such a good idea after all.

“And now we are going to lose the match, aren´t we?” Miss Cadbury-Flake asked, amazing them all by her clear-sighted prophesy.

Jack jumped out of his chair, ready to throttle the former headmistress, but Tuxford grabbed his shirttail and pulled him down again. “No violence on our premises.”

“Why don´t we go home and watch something nice and cosy on my telly, Rose. Football isn´t much fun.” Miss Cadbury-Flake appealed to her younger colleague, but Rose didn´t stir.

“Rose?” Mildred, who was sitting next to the armchair, put out a hand and shook the navy-blue sleeve. “Rose, have you fallen asleep?”

Surely nobody could sleep through all this commotion. Rhapsody got up and approached the chair, but the butler reached it first. He bent down and touched Rose´s midriff while an expression of disbelief spread on his face. She saw the red smudge on his forefinger.

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