Ann turns to me. I know she's waiting for some hint of kindness-a kiss, an embrace, even a smile. But I can't muster any of it.You'll make a fine governess. My words are like a slap.I know, she answers, a slap of her own.
Libba Bray
Ann turns to me. I know she's waiting for some hint of kindness-a kiss, an embrace, even a smile. But I can't muster any of it.You'll make a fine governess. My words are like a slap.I know, she answers, a slap of her own.