I watched wistfully as the last brownie was tucked 'carefully into the overladen basket. I gave a longing look as I saw the basket disappear through the gate under Mother's arm. There I was, stomach feeling as if my throat had been cut.
Under the impulse of the moment, I decided to see just what could be done to alleviate the situation.
Manuscripts: Vol. 13
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