| Cadaverous Pallor |
07-04-2012 10:16 PM |
"Won't you join me for cake on the verandah?"
CP turned towards the setting, then tried to hide a gasp of delight. Generous slices of coffee cake waited beneath a glass dome. A round, friendly jug of fresh lemonade stood by alongside shimmering green glass tumblers. Sunflowers and snapdragons, too perfect to be real (or were they?) perched happily in a creamy vase. Bright lemons and candles added even more aroma to the air. A cloth of hand-stitched embroidery paired with a vintage scarf warmed the wrought iron table.
"Well?" 3894 looked quizzically at CP, who hadn't yet recovered. "If you're at a loss for words, just call me Helen."
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