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"You finally caht you were dead" Her attention was drawn to Mrs Owen, she looked the sah Everyone had always referred to her as Mrs Owen

"Can I help you with so to eat?" Flora asked politely She offered Flora her plate as she snagged an egg, "Some of that please,"

"Would you like soassy and bloated"

Flora frowned "Never mind" She shouldn’t have tried She sat Mrs Owen at the table then headed to the bar She had forgotten the after funeral ritual of gathering and talking while dining with relatives She didn’t feel comfortable in the least, all she wanted was to leave She was on display Everyone thought she abandoned her parents She’d never been outgoing like her cousin She poured herself some bourbon and sipped as she watched from a far

Flora knew she was someti, her taste in reading leaned towards self-help books mostly because she wanted to learn how to conquer a er tapped her shoulder

"Hi," she tried to remeentleman stretched out his hand for a handshake