* Tara is off on her jollidays for a couple of weeks. Fictional Guest Bloggers, Tark and Mara, have climbed down from their pedestal to leave you with this post.
“Ugh.”
“Another one?”
“And again! Tark!”
“Just lift your feet, darling, and watch where you’re going.”
Mara made a noise deep in her throat. She had just about had enough.
Had she complained when Tark had driven them south, instead of north (where the airport was located)? Indeed, she had not.
Had she demurred, when he was hopping about their obscenely large penthouse like a skittish goat kid, childishly delighted with his mysterious holiday preparations? No: she had been the very picture of acquiescence.
Had she made a fuss when she found – to her horror – that Tark’s insistence on keeping their destination secret, meant that she couldn’t even issue guidelines, let alone strict instructions, to their personal packing consultant?
Non. She had acquiesced to everything…
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