She bolted upright as she heard footsteps rumble towards the door, cursing UPS for being so damn persistent in such foul weather. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants.
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