Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
"I was only resting a minute," she said. "You don't tell me nothing. I'd like to know if there's anything - I mean anything new - in the paper this morning."
She spoke in a muffled voice, almost as if she were ashamed of her unusual curiosity; and her look of fatigue, of pallor, made Bunting suddenly uneasy. "Come in - do!" he repeated sharply. "You've done quite enough - and before breakfast, too. 'Tain't necessary. Come in and shut that door."
Jack Vettriano Painting
He spoke authoritatively, and his wife, for a wonder, obeyed him.
She came in, and did what she had never done before - brought the broom with her, and put it up against the wall in the corner.
Then she sat down.
"I think I'll make breakfast up here," she said. "I - I feel cold, Bunting." And her husband stared at her surprised, for drops of perspiration were glistening on her forehead.
Jack Vettriano Painting