Daughters of Lace
Mary 1939 - Chapter 2
‘Mam?’
Mary span toward the door. Harriet stood there like a little soldier, feet apart, hands stuck by her side, her lower lip pressed inwards, making her buck teeth bulge. Her fist went toward her face, but before she could stick it in her mouth, Mary grabbed her hand and tugged her into the room.
‘This is Thomas,…
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