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“You’ll be fine, just imagine that she’s your beloved... James, was it?” She turned around triumphantly and made for the door, grabbing her purse and keys on her way out. Frank had a sour look on his face, like he could throw up any second. And the object of his disgust chose that moment to walk into the kitchen.

“Good morning!” Tessa said cheerfully to him, climbing a stool. Frank didn’t reply, he gulped down the contents of the soda can and threw the it into the trash can, walking away.

“Wait! I need breakfast.” Tessa called after him but he totally ignored her as he made for the sitting room, lying down on the couch.

“Hmm...” Tessa jumped down from the stool and went over to stand next to him.

“I need breakfast.” She repeated. Frank kept his eyes glued to the ceiling.

“I can’t make cereal for myself because I always make a mess and Cathy hates it when I mak