"That's the way Percival talked but I had gotten used to it by now. I could tell he didn't mean anything by it. I assumed it was the way he was brough...t up and it was natural to him. His attitude was more of a butler than of an eligible bachelor with an estate of his own and annual income that would make most households happy if they weren't too greedy. I was searching on the bottom shelf for leftover pie when I noticed the unassuming Percival was sporting a tent in his night-shirt. Even from. I heard April singing this morning and she toldme what Maeve had said about her voice and then told me that mine wassimilar. She also told me about the instruments you play and as I cansing a little, play the clarinet quite well and the flute some, the ideasort of grew."Maeve looked at me with incredulity. "Are you saying you had no ideaabout your voice being low contralto?" None. I knew I could sing a little and did so occasionally on karaokenights in pubs or at the odd party, never. I’m over-caffeinated and my hearts pounding. I can’t. I can’t. I’m going to spill it. I take a seat and put the coffee down. Maybe if I collect myself. Deep breaths. Anxiety attack. I stride for the stairs in a cool motion. Up one step. No. I turn to the kitchen. Two cups down the drain. That kind of fear isn’t normal. I’ve never had an anxiety attack before. I feel unstable. For some reason I can’t cope. I need help, a friend. Anything, I shouldn’t be having issues talking to my husband. And. He draws me closer, grinding his thigh between my legs and I can feel him pressing into my hip, thick and hard even through his trousers.We part and there's electricity crackling between us like he's a storm cloud and I'm a lightning conductor and I just want him to strike me again and again and again and...I look over his shoulder and Margot is similarly entangled with his Persian friend and then Andrew's taking my hand and leading me out of the bar."Where are we going?" I ask as he opens the.