"Hell's bells," replied Harriet with a sigh, "It certainly is Rhoda Chester, and she's gone all Ophelia on our asses again. If we're going to have any peace at all this afternoon, somebody's just going to have to run back up to the house and fetch her meds."
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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...or point her toward that willow tree hanging over the river.
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