Life with The Amanda Ann Family Part Two

 Since Marjorie's return from Italy, she has taken over the marital bed, and I sleep on the chaise lounge.  Which is pretty grim.

So it's little wonder I turn to Mary for comfort.  
(Once she's put the kids to bed)

But one night as I make my way down to the kitchen (where Mary sleeps):

"Oh Papa!  Where are you going?"

Lavinia was standing there.  
"Just to get a drink of water, Petal-Pie", I tell her

"But Papa!  You make such a noise down there.  And why do Mary's bedsprings creak so?"

Her painted blue eyes full of uncertainty and doubt.

 
"She has bad dreams, my pet.  I have to comfort her"
Despite it being the other way round, it was true in a sense.

Lav eventually went to bed, but with great misgivings.  
And I went too - to Mary's bed, that is.

I'm sure I could almost love Mary - if only she put down that fucking cake!

Next installment, Lavinia finds out about love for herself, and Marjorie is a bitch

Part Three, same time, same channel