This time, Greta’s bemused, judgement-laden smirk was more evident,
and had Brandon been able to see his mother’s thoughts, he would have seen a pudgy German woman thrown out of the front door, beaten unrecognizably. “Excuse me, Greta, was there something you wanted to share?” She shook her head. Their eyes met and locked, and Greta found herself off guard. She was not accustomed […]
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