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“You can’t drop it into the compost pile on the way?”

“I’d rather do this while I still have the courage to do so”

Miles sighed and picked up a pair of shears “Go ahead I’ll take it on my way out”

“Thank you!” I used the side of the raised bed and got up, peeling off loves as I ran towards the house

I had to take ownership of ht even end up being a good thing, having this taken out of h for Daddy to calh to speak to oing to apologise, and he was going to listen to me whether he liked it or not

I kicked offon top of the room, study, or kitchen, so I stopped one of the housemaids and asked if she knehere he was

“He’s in the library,her head before she took her leave and scurried off up the stairs

“Thank you!” I called after her before I turned in the direction of the wing that held the library I made it there in a couple of minutes, and I really should have had water before I hurried because I was a little out of breath when I got there

I had to get fit

The double doors were heavy oak, but the right one was ajar, and I pushed against it gently My father was sitting on the sofa where he had been yesterday e’d had our conversation, but instead of a paper, he held a ratty, well-loved paperback in his hands, and he had his feet up on the coffee table

The audacity

“Hey, if you have your feet on the coffee table, does that mean I can, too?”

He jolted as if he’d been hit by lightning, shoving his feet to the floor Glancing over his shoulder, he alht by someone other than me

He grunted “Your ”

“Hardly an answer,” I replied,your shoes, I suppose”

“She used to say that, too” He returned his attention to his book “You’re her bloody mini me”