Albert learns something important about pictures

There was a large framed photograph of a dog above the mantelpiece.   That’s Rufus, she explained.   We had to have him put down in the end. The smell was unbearable.  I’m so sorry, Albert said.  I’d no idea. That’s okay, she said. That’s the thing about pictures: they don’t smell.

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