tips. Or kind of feelers in the dark,
He listened to her licking lap.
Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this drouth. Want pure fresh water.
Thursday: not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Buckley’s. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz’s.
While the kettle is boiling.
She lapped slower, then licking the saucer clean. Why are their tongues so rough? To lap better, all porous holes.
Nothing she can eat? He glanced round him. No.
On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by the bedroom door. She might like something tasty.