Lady Eleanor Weatherby approached the library. She planned things too carefully to ever be truly surprised. She was, however, shocked to see the image of her dead sister sitting opposite her own portrait. Her missing niece! She carefully assessed the situation and, judging it to be to her best advantage, fainted dramatically on the threshold.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
55 Fiction Friday
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Oh, boy. Drama queen!
But always to a purpose.
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