Out of the mouths of babes . . .
I was filing in my office tonight and came across a poem that my friend Rebecca sent me when The Stumpwork Robe was released. It was written by her daughter Rachel a number of years ago, when Rachel was only ten.
I was filing in my office tonight and came across a poem that my friend Rebecca sent me when The Stumpwork Robe was released. It was written by her daughter Rachel a number of years ago, when Rachel was only ten.
Rebecca’s next chapter:
“Annabelle, my dear, how charming to see you again.” Sarina sank gracefully into a beautifully polished bergère covered in straw colored satin. Following her into the room, a footman deposited her package on a nearby table.
Rebecca’s next chapter:
Sarina alighted from the gondola, stepping onto the rather narrow walkway that ran in front of Via della Principessa, one of the most exclusive shopping streets in Veniche. Today’s errand was to select trim for the shoes she was having made for the ball.