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The Consoler in the Foyer
"Severus? Severus!" Elaine stumbled in her haste to shed her shoes on the canary yellow rug.
The tall, thin shape of Severus Prince came striding around the corner. "Whatever is the matter?"
"The man from the garden—I saw him in the grocery with another fellow." She crossed to throw her arms around his neck and bury her face in his soft waistcoat.
"What did he say this time?" he snarled as he returned her embrace.
"He seems to think you are hurting me or some rubbish."
"Of course he does—no other explanation is possible." His tone was bitter.
Canary, #75