Chapter 97 (cont'd)
Simmy worked hard creating a handle for an old evening bag. It would be used for a 'Paris of the North' night. It would be a blingy Paris evening... young ladies dressed up for... a soiree with a scene of an election photographed that night as well.
The champagne bubbles wreath was a lot of work.
The mailman came in and said, "This is your first piece of mail! Sorry, it's a flyer!" He remembered her name and then said, "I'm Peter."
"Yes, the Rock on which the whole church was built."
"Yes," he said, quite casually.
Then he said that someone might be coming around to do some measuring, out in the courtyard.
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