“I invited the pigs to tea,” she told him the night before said event.

Jonathan slammed his fork down, more for dramatic effect than because he was violent or bad-tempered. “The pigs? Oh Margaret, how could you?”

“Oh stop with your nonsense! The pigs are perfectly pleasant guests. Besides, their daughter’s gone off to school and they’re lonely.”

Jonathan grumbled and looked as if he would concede just to keep the peace. A belch brought back his desire to argue.

“But they are so small. I hate when they come round. You have to watch where you step, where you sit. Last time I nearly set the kettle on one!”

“Pish tosh!” Margaret said, because she was the kind of woman who actually said things like that. You’re just being prejudiced now. The pigs are coming for tea and that’s that. Do you want more roast?”

“No,” Johnathan responded sullenly, though he certainly did want more. Knowing her husband as she did, Margaret gave him another helping, anyway.

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