"One with lots of twisty branches, please." Not that Tracey was really that bitter about Montague that she wanted to see him injured. It was just more a feeling of detachment. She couldn't allow herself to have any feelings for him because they were so conflicted.
Tracey tried to cover her gaff with a long sip of her tea until Millicent's look made her feel too guilty. "Please." Of course Millicent Bulstrode was the last person Tracey needed to beg to keep this quiet. "It's not public. It would be bad for Isaac. It would be bad for his career if anyone knew. And his lover," Tracey sighed, thinking about Marcus.
"'Course I knew about all that when I married him. That was part of it. We agreed we would shag who we wanted. Then I think I probably got jealous." The spoon clanked against the side of the mug. "Everything worked out the way it was supposed to, I guess."