Perhaps if Anne's own mother had been alive, Anne would have been just as keen to do things on her own. As it was, she stepped down and looked up at Mrs. Blacke as if the woman had just offered her a large present. "Oh would you?" she asked. She looked at the bucket that was still on the floor. "I don't want to disrupt yer day..."
[Complete] The Mother-Daughter Kind of Thing [Streets, Yards, and Homes]
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