A wedding procession turned the corner. Her face expressed nothing. Nobody toys with me. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. ‘Oh, you may come to me on any mission you like,’ uttered Mrs Sindlesham roguishly. “To your room!” Michelle cowered, her face flushed with anger.
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