My turn again…This is fun to write I am loving how this little story is taking shape…Are you??
By Carol Taylor (to find Carol Click the link)
Mr James sat in his chair his thoughts troubled. What should he tell the child? He still thought of her as a child and was trying to protect her but she was an adult now and asking questions. Questions to which she deserved an answer, but answers which could put her in grave danger.
Kathy burst in the room.
Mr James “That poor girl, you really must tell her about her past and her parents, before someone else does.”
“None of your business Kathy. I will, when I am ready and not before.”
Kathy looked at him. Gave a tut and flounced out of the room.
Meanwhile Carl was pondering and wondering how best he could get a closer look at that necklace without raising the girl’s suspicions.
She was leaving the house and looked happy as she headed in the direction of the market. She stopped…
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