Anne wiped her wet hands and, groaning from the pain in her back, went to
After they finished their meal, Anne insisted on making tea and brought out an assortment of jams. “Homemade,” she said proudly, as she spread a generous dollop on a slice of bread. “Try the strawberry; it’s my favorite.” Emily bit into the bread, the sweet jam bursting on her tongue. She couldn’t remember the last… CONTINUE READING »