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Nobody had ever bothered to correct it

It gave the church a bit of extra character, if you asked me

Caleb pulled into the carpark, right into a designated spot

“Fancy,” I quipped

He chuckled “My grandmother’s She’s been here since before the storm”

I smiled “Edith Scott?”

Caleb grimaced “That’s her”

I couldn’t help but laugh Edith Scott was a God-fearing wole Sunday

She was also the first to sign up to a hen party

She was a wonderful enigma

The world needed more Ediths, in my not-so-humble opinion

“Is she here now?”

“Of course she is Why do you think I’ and chose to come here?”

I laughed and got out of his car The boot was filled with blankets, waroods we could spare

Fortunately, we could spare a lot, given Aunt Cat’s endless apocalyptic prophecies She did rather tend to spiral into the depths of the Internet and come out wrapped in a very extensive conspiracy theory on a seular basis

All right, it was a regular basis

She really needed to talk to somebody

“Caleb! You’re late!”

I grinned as Edith Scott approached us, dressed in her Sunday best She wore a grey, two-piece tweed skirt suit with a white blouse, and I had no doubt that she had ahat at home

“Good , Mrs Scott”

Edith perused lasses down over her nose “Oh!”

I kneas co

She dipped into a curtsey far lower than any wo, and that was before you considered the fact she didn’t need to curtsey to me at all

“Mrs Scott, I’ve told you—”

“And I’ve told you, Lady Gabriella, that I curtseyed to your great-grandmother, and I’ll do so to you Some of us respect our ancestry”