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The only part of the house where Albert had invested a good few pounds had been in his own bathroom. After murder or, in this case, a society party, he felt dirty, even if he had bathed before.
Albert waited patiently until the tub was full, then shed his robe with a sigh of relief. He leaned back on the edge of the tub, letting the warm water wash over him. As he reached for the soap, a strong, pale hand reached out to him. He opened his eyes and there was Louise.
"Can I help you, brother?" Louise's half-open robe revealed part of her strong chest. "Yes, come in with me, please." The tub could easily hold two people and they had shared this space before. As they washed each other's hair, Louise recounted the events of that afternoon. "I just made tea and everyone looked at me funny," she said.
Albert chuckled and stole a kiss from his beloved. "Of course they did, my love. It's not every day those people get to see an angel making tea."
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