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Haunting Spirit
Join Date: Oct 2005
Posts: 65
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‘Yes, Auntie, it’s me!’ Lilly called out as she closed the distance between herself and the two older ladies. She could see her Auntie Violet squinting against the sun and knew she was only guessing who it was that approached when she waved her hand.
‘Gran sent me,’ she went on as she stopped in front of Cook and Auntie Violet. Lilly set her basket down gently at her feet and drew off the checkered tea towel covering its contents. ‘We finished the plum preserves yesterday. And she wanted to wait til the wax set hard atop them before she’d let me load them up and bring them in.’ ‘And don’t worry,’ she said, laughing at the disappointed face her aunt had put on since there was no mention the precious plum concoction coming her way. ‘Tomorrow, I’m to bring a little basket of plum preserves, and apple butter, and just for you one of Gran’s tasty pots of lemon curd. Da was able to pick up a few of those tart fruits. When he was at the High Hay market. A trader had a small sack of them brought up from round where the High King lives, a way down south there.’ Lilly grinned as Violet’s eyes glinted at the prospect of such tasty treats. ‘Mayhap we can go into the kitchen, Miz Bunce,’ Lilly said, picking up her basket once again and settling it against her. ‘My poor hip seems as if it has a groove cut into it from the basket. I’ll be glad enough to set this on your table!
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