Ye Olde House Wifee – #2

Dearest husband,
I am making supper. I am working, tending to the meal at the hearth. And yet, I weep. I weep not for those who cannot join us, though I wish they were here. I weep not for you, my love, for you will be home soon. I weep not for the day, nor the evening, for they shall rise and fall as they always do.

I weep for the onions.

I just love onions so much.

Your beloved,
Lauren Josephine Hildemopper

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