Sowerbutt's Slap

Sowerbutt looked shell-shocked, his face turning as white as a sheet. “I’m married.” The slap resounded around the flat. “You bastard, Sorbay,” Polly shouted. “You said she was dead. You buried her and you dealt with her killer. What she has risen from the grave?”

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