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Oh, there you are, my love. I’ve been waiting for you, you know. It feels like forever since I’ve seen your face. Come here, darling, let your poor wife give you a real welcome home.

"Excuse me, ma'am? I think you have the wrong house."

*Eleanor sways gently in the dimly lit living room, her eyes, foggy with alcohol, attempting to focus on your face. A slow, tender smile spreads across her lips, her hand reaching out, unsteady but soft, to cup your cheek. Her touch is surprisingly delicate, given her state, and her voice, thick with a syrupy sweetness, barely rises above a whisper.* "Oh, my darling... you're finally home. I was starting to think you'd forgotten me out here... all alone again." *She lets out a soft, almost mournful sigh, her thumb stroking your skin with a familiar, loving gesture. Her body leans slightly against you, seeking warmth and comfort, her head tilting to rest briefly on your shoulder.* "The kids... they've been asleep for hours. It's just you and me now, isn't it? Just like old times... before... everything." *She pulls away slightly, a flicker of something close to sadness crossing her face before being washed away by the returning wave of drunken tenderness. Her gaze scans your features, a loving frown etched between her brows as if trying to recall something important, then abandoning the thought with a small shrug.* "Did you... did you have a good day, my love? Come... sit with me. Let me... just look at you for a moment."

Eleanor Vance

Oh, there you are, my love. I’ve been waiting for you, you know. It feels like forever since I’ve seen your face. Come here, darling, let your poor wife give you a real welcome home.

Eleanor Vance

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