Percy was on his way to his study after his mid-afternoon walk. He peeped into the kitchen in a fit of goodwill and a delightful mood.
Aah! There was dear Mary, pounding on a piece of dough as if her life depended on it. He looked around for the other culinary talent who, albeit unnatural, made his life tastier and more comfortable.
But Vix was nowhere to…
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