“Martha, stop that dear. You’re being silly.”
“Yes, mother.” I cease fiddling with my dinner utensils and look outside. I can see the gorgeous garden spread out before me; a large... [+]
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“Martha, stop that dear. You’re being silly.”
“Yes, mother.” I cease fiddling with my dinner utensils and look outside. I can see the gorgeous garden spread out before me; a large... [+]