A Tutelarius Love (Chapter Nine, page 1 of 6)


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At the cabin, she washed a dress in the sink and hung it on the line to dry, taking pride in the fact that she was making do with what was available. After the dress dried, she ironed it with an old block iron she found in the closet. Getting the iron hot was no great feat, but keeping it the right temperature was. Still, it worked and she was proud of her achievement.

Five minutes before six she stood back and eyed herself critically in the mirror. Denton hated the yellow sundress with its spaghetti straps, but it was one of her favorite dresses. She adorned her earlobes with pearl earrings that matched the tiny row of buttons down the front of her dress. Turning first one way and then the other in front of the mirror, she tried to decide what it was about the dress that Denton found so objectionable. The color? Finally she shrugged. Maybe she lacked taste, but she knew what she liked.

She was trying to decide whether to wear her hair up or down when someone knocked on the front door. She dropped her hair, letting the curls cascade down her back. Justin was as punctual as Denton.

"Megan, are you ready?" Justin called from the door.

"I'll be out in a minute." She called. "I have to put on my shoes. I'll meet you at the car."

She slipped into a pair of white sandals and grabbed her purse.

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