“There she is!”
“Oh, my God! She’s really alive.”
“Can you believe it? After all these years!”
The Countess waved gracefully to the crowd gathered on the lawn. She had agreed to answer a few questions and pointed to a reporter near the edge of the stone steps. Two armed guards stood at the bottom of each side of the steps, ostensibly to deter anyone from coming too close.
“Countess Greta,” the reporter said. “It’s so good to see you again. What inspired you to emerge from your solitude?”
Greta smiled and indicated the perfectly maintained grounds. “I wanted a fresh lemon for my afternoon tea.”
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At least she has her priorities exactly right~
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My pleasure, Paula 🙂
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The first three lines of dialogue sound familiar. I hear them whenever I turn up to a literary event. Just kidding.
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