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The slip-slopping of her slip-slops filled the kitchen while I sat, listened, waited, and then the lounge and the kitchen again, slip-slop-slip-slop... The passage was filled momentarily and then the room adjacent, and the passage again, slip-slop back into the kitchen, and I did not wait anymore. Into the lounge again, now no slip-slopping, just her voice. I could not discern her conversation, it was distant, now ended dispassionately. Again slip-slop-slip-slop to and fro', further from me. 2nd April 1997