Amanda was fearless. She knew her plan would work. She just had to be patient and wait for the others to arrive. Margery on the other hand was getting impatient. The calm and solstice behavior of Amanda was not sitting well with her. No matter how hard she cried or how much she yelled, this woman was sitting on the bed at the far corner with a peaceful smile, reading some letters with such affection and love in her eyes that Margery never thought she was capable of.
"What are you reading?" Margery finally stopped pleading with Amanda to release her go and asked something that actually caught her interest.
"Now that is the right question." Amanda sounded pleased. "Well, they are love letters from your father. I liked to read. Always. You know he is the one who made me realize that I shoul
