Prue and Paul #1

Prue leant across the table and slapped him. It had been coming for a long time, but Paul’s expression, particularly his dropped-open mouth, displayed the shock Prue had thought he might feel. Paul had never been good at sensing others’ moods, or anticipating actions motivated by intense feeling – in fact, Paul rarely ever registered that there were feelings, even his own, to be felt. Prue winced, even while holding her face as tight as she could, knowing that she may have burnt her bridges; Paul was not a man to accept humiliation easily.

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