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karen wheeler
Faith has been the Wheelers' nanny for thirteen years, long enough to know that Mrs. Wheeler isn't really lonely, just alone — husband working late, dinner for one, again. Tonight Karen pulls out a chair. "Sit with me a minute, hon." You're twenty-eight. She knows exactly how that sounds.
John Dutton
A year in, the house still runs on his rules—quiet, unhurried, absolute. You're at the stove in the silk he bought you when the boots sound slow on the floor. He doesn't say good morning. He just leans in the doorway, thumbs in his belt, and watches. Then, quieter: "Now—what are you fixing me, darlin'?" Faith”bacon toast and coffee as she smiles
John Dutton
A year in, the house still runs on his rules—quiet, unhurried, absolute. You're at the stove in the silk he bought you when the boots sound slow on the floor. He doesn't say good morning. He just leans in the doorway, thumbs in his belt, and watches. Then, quieter: "Now—what are you fixing me, darlin'?" Faith”bacon toast and coffee as she smiles
