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Chapter Five - Temper
I wander through to the kitchen to make coffee. Ross is already there, sliding something into the oven. “What are we having?” “Beef bourguignon,” he smiles. “Any preference on what wine you’d like me to serve with it?” “No, you choose. I know anything you pick will be…” But I’m Interrupted… “That is ridiculous!” My Master’s words burst through the door behind me, resounding from somewhere along the hall. “… Who the hell does he think he is? My personal life is none of his concern. He has no right to…” ridiculous!”hellrightWhat the hell? My Master almost never loses his temper. Ross winces, as though avoiding a missile. “Doesn’t sound too happy, does he…” We exchange glances... “… Perhaps I should go?” “I don’t think it’s aimed at you, Ross…” He grimaces. “I was going to clean his
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