Unlikely RelationshipsGrace Cavalieri
Sleeping with the old man made Anna feel better. It was like being a little girl when your mother would make you hug your smelly Aunt for the sake of her happiness. Anna felt secure here. Why in the world a blind man insisted on a blue eyed blonde she never questioned. Once she held her maid's baby against her chest but it felt like a new rug on a dirty floor. Where did she put that baby? The old man said she was in love with her own face and could not love anything else. A lie. A dirty lie. There was much much more about her body she loved. She loved how it felt with the baby.
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