Molly
Robyn stares. I wave to break the spell.
Her wide brown eyes lower and she leaves the stone porch one slow step at a time. Amongst trimmed evergreens, she stands with boney arms on hips, staring at Peter again. An unconscious tongue wets her smile.
Robyn Red bird, I shout.
Peter nudges my side and I take his arm. We cross the gravel parking area, weav…
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