Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. She had omitted that the flu had been called the Black Death and that it was a dead child that had been inside that womb, so many hundreds of years ago. The money will last longer, and—it won’t bother you. She addressed her letters, meditated on them for a time, and then took them out and posted them. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. Await me in the coach.
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