Husband Wanted: Will Train (Chapter Six - While Mozart Decomposes, page 2 of 26)


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He looked from her to the beauty seated on her floor. "I take it this is your sister."

"Yes." She glanced around quickly to see what Aunt Doris was doing, and found she'd sunk onto the cushion-less couch, which was now jammed up against the wall. She was looking suddenly old, fanning herself weakly with her hand.

Charity felt sick. She knew Doris hadn't seen Faith for at least ten years. Her memories had most likely softened with time.

"My sister," she repeated and sighed. "Would you like a glass of water or something?" she asked her aunt anxiously.

"Herbal tea will fix her right up." Faith had a ceramic teapot and poured some quickly into a black enamel cup, rising to take it to Aunt Doris.

"Here you are, Doris, dear," she said affectionately. "It's nice to see you again. I dreamed about you last night. You were beckoning for me to follow you into a room full of toasters, but when I got there, you slammed the door in my face."

She leaned down to kiss the woman's cheek. "What do you think it means?"

Aunt Doris stared at her, tried to smile, then looked down suspiciously into the tea Faith had handed her.

"What are these little green leaves?" she asked, avoiding the dream analysis.

"Parsley," Faith told her serenely, turning to sit by the table again. "I grew it myself. I grow everything I eat with my own hands. That way I can be sure I'm not polluting my body."

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