Offering to fetch a glass of water for her grandmother and her crony had given her the perfect excuse to stretch her legs and to escape the matrons’ incessant chattering for a few precious moments. But now with a glass clutched in each hand, and a myriad of people between her and her goal, namely...
My word, I do declare you are prettier than ever and so like your dear mother, God rest her soul!” Aunt Clara clasped Erica to her ample bosom and kissed her cheek fondly, before turning her attention to Gerald. “My word, much as I disapproved of your decision to go into t...