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Curls flounced and bounced as Tal moved to a beat only she could hear. “Huhhhhh! Look at this!”
“Tomorrow is an anniversary…” Cal ran her dominant index across the squares. “… first chemo… We can do hard things.”
“What a diffffff-errrrr-ents a year makes!” Thalia’s wiggles overcame her seat. She popped up to standing. “That movie we watched last night — those women — what they did! So many smiles — and such laffff-ter!”
Nią grimaced. “You will NOT talk us into anything like that!”
Calliope tapped her fingers on her cheek… Her money was on Thalia.
The flowers of Yorkshire are like the women of Yorkshire, the last stage of their growth is the most glorious.
~ Annie’s husband John