Xanthe wrote: |
It smells different – strange – more like the san at school than of the usual mix of lavender soap and her favourite scent. The bed is stripped, and the furniture covered with dust sheets. Crossing the room to the wardrobe, Hilda cautiously opens the door, to discover all her mother’s dresses are gone. Shaking, she pushes the door to, and moves to the dressing table, the chest of drawers, in her desperation crawling under the bed for some sign her mother had, until recently, inhabited the room. |
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