Beautiful As An Angel

Part 33: link


    Arthur wakes to a peculiar sound. He sits up, groggy, and tilts his head to the side, listening.
    I have a vacuum cleaner?
    He swings his feet to the floor, pulls on a pair of shorts, and staggers out to his living room to find Gwen pushing the vacuum around the room, singing to herself. He leans against the uithangbord and watches her, half a grin decorating his face.
    “Oh!” she jumps when she sees him. She turns of the vacuum. “Sorry. But I figured u should get up anyway,” she shrugs....

Part 29: link


    Gwen sets her portemonnee down on the table, sighing, happy with the results of her lunch meeting. Arthur is going to be so surprised. I can’t wait to tell him.
    A pounding at her door startles her, and she looks up at it, blinking.
    “Guinevere!” Arthur’s voice from the other side, shouting.
    Quickly she stuffs the folder containing the drawings and Polaroids into a keuken-, keuken drawer and walks to the door.
    He’s pounding again when she gets there. Why isn’t he just...