Arthur couldn’t look her in the eyes, although he was approximating it fairly well — he was looking at her forehead instead, listening, and his hands were pressed against his sides to hold him steadfast in the hallway. They couldn’t lose the house. They weren’t going to lose the house, although Art did not own it — he would lose other things first, like furniture, or a household staff member, or maybe the venue would just break one of his fingers and be done with it. This did not feel like information Desdemona would have wanted to know, though — it was damning enough that he had gamed this out — and she was nearly in tears, and he wanted to hold her but did not want to find out if she would let him.

”Two months,” Art admitted, ”Just two months, Dez, I promise.”

---

The following 1 user Likes Arthur Pettigrew's post:1 user Likes Arthur Pettigrew's post
   Reuben Crouch