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Harrold sighed and patted her hand. “Nothing has changed there, Victoria. It will be well. My sister can inherit when we have no children.”
“I could try,” she insisted. “I think I've gotten better.”
“Kendra, can you come in a moment?”
The slave came to his side, folding hands on her apron. “Yes, sir?”
“Does my wife still have an obstruction?”
She shifted deep brown eyes from Mister to Missus Long and back. “Yes, sir.”
“I thought so. We aren't going have any children as long as that is the case. I couldn't sire them and you couldn't bear them. Don't worry, love. It doesn't bother me.”
She sighed heavily and sat back in her chair. “Well, it doesn't help my appetite.”
He chuckled. “I think I know something that might. Kendra, would you take Missus Long to bed and get her hungry. I'll put the plate back on the warm stove.” Rising he did just that. When he returned, the ladies hadn't even moved to the bedroom, Kendra raking her fingers over Victoria's exposed skin.
He kissed each lady's cheek as he passed. “Enjoy yourselves. I'll be late.”
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