

“Look, darling! I’ve
found your old Prof. Higgins cardigan.”
“Ohhhhh! Well done,
June!”
“Your late mother made
it for you a long time ago, didn't she?”
“I know.”
“Put it on, darling!
It’s really warm, I’m sure.”
“Okey-dokey! I sometimes wore it in London. Oh, no, a big hole here, look!”
“My goodness! Hmm, don’t
worry! I’ll mend it for you.”
“Don’t disturb my
sleep, please!” I murmured.
I was listening to
their conversations in bed.
Well, I’ll get up.
But . . . ah, it’s a bit
old-fashioned, I think.
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