Chapter 37 Why Am I Avoiding Him?

The brass teapot on my workbench let out a screech like an offended banshee, but I didn't reach for it. Instead, I ducked under the heavy oak table and began furiously polishing a copper elbow-joint that was already so shiny it reflected my red face like a copper kettle.

"Iris Bellweather!" Mira's ...

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