Mordane76
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"I found my husband in his study," she says, standing up. "This way."
On the way back, she pauses a moment when you ask about how she and her husband met. "He was about 10 years older than I was -- he was a post-graduate student, and I starting undergraduate in secondary education. I happened into him in the Commons... or better he happened into me, and my lunch, and my favorite blouse." She has a distant look on her face, a wistful sort of melancholy. She opens up the study doors...
Much of the study is empty -- the only things really remaining are the desk and chair, but they don't seem to be in a normal place for working in this space -- they're across the way from the cabinets. The rime outline of a rug graces the floor, but it has been taken up, revealing nothing but the bare wooden floor. The bookcases and cabinets are mostly empty at this point. Otherwise the room is very musty.
"I found my husband in his study," she says, standing up. "This way."
On the way back, she pauses a moment when you ask about how she and her husband met. "He was about 10 years older than I was -- he was a post-graduate student, and I starting undergraduate in secondary education. I happened into him in the Commons... or better he happened into me, and my lunch, and my favorite blouse." She has a distant look on her face, a wistful sort of melancholy. She opens up the study doors...
Much of the study is empty -- the only things really remaining are the desk and chair, but they don't seem to be in a normal place for working in this space -- they're across the way from the cabinets. The rime outline of a rug graces the floor, but it has been taken up, revealing nothing but the bare wooden floor. The bookcases and cabinets are mostly empty at this point. Otherwise the room is very musty.
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