Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Kingslayer
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“Mrs. Molyneaux, my name is Mary, I will be mediating between you and your daughters over the next couple of days.”
Mary was cute in a middle-aged hippy kind of way that put Annie immediately at her ease. She’d held flashing nightmares of some old crone with pinched lips and stone cold eyes emitting waves of disapproval about what she’d been up to but no, Mary, Annie concluded would do just fine.