There were two sisters, you know. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. ’ A little sigh escaped her. Gerald guessed she was biting her tongue on an explosive retort as she eyed him. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Michelle, I truly don’t. I hated the stuff.
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