Jessica was about to speak when unexpectedly someone else did from the doorway. “Is that her?” The speaker was a blond boy of about 10. Both his face and his voice were sullen.
“Archie,” answered the Duke, “This is your cousin, my daughter, Lady Jessica.”
“She doesn’t look like a lady.” the boy replied rudely.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
55 Fiction Friday
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