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The Bare NecessitiesChapter 8
In the morning, though, when I was looking forward to making love again, Dora rolled out of bed in a hurry. “Come on – I want to go to church.” Okay. We dressed, hurriedly, and trotted the half-mile to the village, where the church notice board informed us of an early communion at eight (it was half past by the time we got there) and a family service at eleven. Dora’s shoulders slumped and she turned away. “We’re expected for lunch at your parents,” she reminded me, unnecessarily. “I suppose...