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“John.”
“Oh no.”
“I haven’t said anything yet.”
“No, but I recognize the harmonics. It’s the blog, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re upset about it.”
“Obviously.”
“It can’t be the one about the shortbread. I didn’t even mention you in that one.”
“Your blog is about me. My presence is implied.”
“I don’t just blog about you, you know.”
“Mostly me.”
“But there was hardly any text! It was just a picture of the shortbread and Thank you for the recipe, we liked it very much.”
“We, John. Plural pronoun. And since you live with one person and can hardly have gone out to share at a tea party in the current quarantine, I am part of that we. Even an idiot could figure that out.”
“But - you said you liked them.”
“I did. Your biscuits were admirable, I don’t mind telling you that--”
“You did, though. You really did.”
“--but what I mind is bloody Anderson finding out!”
“Oh.”
“He texted me. He got emotional.”
“Oh no.”
“Oh no is right, John. Think it through the next time you feel the urge to blog about anything domestic.”