You pestilent woman, Ben shouted.
His wife had just poured hot tea all over his writing hand.
I’m sorry, she grovelled, soothing the wound with a damp cloth.
You are a piece of work, Ben sneered. Why I keep you in the house is anyone’s guess. You do not love me. You make a horrid dinner. And were it not for the housekeeper I employ this room would look like a warzone.
He would have given her the flat of his hand, were it not for John and Thomas, who abhorred that kind of thing.
I do not like the first line, Ben continued their conversation, as he crossed out the word ‘citizens’.
Yes, that sounds much better, he said, as he handed the paper to his friends while glancing at his wife over the top of his glasses.
Not bad, Thomas concurred.
‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.’
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