Snippet #2438909

Abigail nodded at the Dog and walked off into her kitchen. A few minutes later she returned, and handed Anna a cup of tea. She sat back down in the chair across from the Dog, and stayed silent for a few moments, as Anna drank.

"Elias was....he, he loved me." Abigail weakly protested, as tears started to roll down from her eyes. She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, though it did little to stop the flow of tears. "He...he was a good man. And a good husband. He...he loved me. Always. No matter what he did it...it was always out of...l-love..."

It was a weak argument however, and even Abigail could see that. However, years of marriage to Elias Coobs had made her latch on to that story, and even after his death, she was doing her best to stick with it. To say otherwise would crumble the web of lies she had constructed over the years, to protect her mental well being. And saying anything bad about her husband, even if it didn't deal with her own abuse, would help contribute to the shatter of her illusion of being well and happy.