Daughters of Lace
Francesca in Australia - Chapter 2
The phone rang very late that night. I woke up in a puzzle of ring tones and frazzled nerves as I searched for the light, found the phone, swiped right, and mumbled,
‘Hello.’
‘Ms Jeanne?’
‘Who is it?’ I asked, blinking in the stark white light. I peered at the number, but the screen said ‘unknown’.
‘Sorry to bother you so late,’…
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