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.

Author: 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.<br /><br />"You'll make a fine governess." My words are like a slap.<br /><br />"I know," she answers, a slap of her own. - Libba Bray



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