Agua, Cate

Agua, Cate

By A. P. Thayer


Go on, now,” my mother croaks. “The Mechanic is expecting these before sundown.” Her voice is worse now, and she takes a deep breath after
speaking. She winces with the exertion of expanding her chest.

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A. P. Thayer