Chapter 31 I'M SORRY(1)

AT THE OLD LADY'S HOUSE*

The little house smelled of chamomile and woodsmoke. In the narrow kitchen, the old woman busied herself with the kettle, the faint clink of porcelain cups echoing through the silence.

Agnes sat stiffly on a faded sofa, her hands knotted together in her lap. She glanced to...

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