No, don’t thank me. “We’ll be a bit late for class though.”
“It’s only Geography. Xnxx Anyway, my sister says you can come along.”
“Your sister?” I knew Dina had a sister, who was about three years older, and who lived on the farm. “As you know perfectly well, I’m sure.”
“Well, not today,” Betty said, laughing. I had put them in the brown paper packet in which I had brought the lunch that she’s eaten, for disposal later. To my surprise Dina laughed. Refer back to Part One of my story if you need reminding about my mother and all her hang-ups. No, don’t thank me. She never talked much about the relative except that it was a sister or cousin of her mother’s. Give me a leg up. She was, and is, short and dark, with black hair just touching her collar, merry dark brown eyes, and
