Chapter 12

“The patch of lawn before it had relapsed into a hayfield; but to the left an overgrown box-garden full of dahlias and rusty rose-bushes encircled a ghostly summer-house of trellis-work that had once been white, surmounted by a wooden Cupid who had lost his bow and arrow but continued to take ineffectual aim.” ― Edith Wharton Annie …

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Chapter 1

“She turned to the sunlight   And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor:"Winter is dead.― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very YoungAnnie woke up to sunshine streaming through her bedroom window, her wild red hair creating a fiery halo around her pale face. She turned to look at her husband, sleeping peacefully beside her. She …

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