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Afternoon Tea

                “And your father?,” Mary asked boldly looking around at the others, as though asking if it were the appropriate question

to ask.  Mr. Asbury showed her the same smile when she tried to amend the argument between him and Mr. Riley.

                “The bastard went back to New York,” he bluntly stated, giving his father no self dignity or respect.  A silence fell over

the room. 

                After his long explanation everyone grew tired and Mrs. Dawson’s laugh became lighter and almost disappeared as the

evening wore on.  Mr. Dawson, on the other hand listened to the host’s every word with his brows sunken together with his

thumb under his chin and fingers on his mouth pushing his glasses up anytime they fell from the top of his nose.  He seemed to be

the only one listening.  Ms. Olivay, like a silent lamb sat listening, as elegant as the queen of England herself, or so it may seem. 

You couldn’t quite read her thoughts as Mr. Riley would like to of.  And Mr Riley, sat unattentive to anyone but Ms. Olivay.

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           If there was one thing a person could be doing the same time as another person without knowing it, would probably be

sipping a cup of tea.  The next afternoon Mary’s mother Martha Harwood invited Ms. Dawson over for a cup of tea.  But of

course that wasn’t the only reason.  She was eager to hear everything about the arcane fellow that was on everyone’s mind. 

Martha was not able to attend the invitation with Mary because she was on a trip to New York with her husband Benjamin

Harwood.  He had just......

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