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Chapter 14: So Tranquil in the Witch's Garden!
Thud! Thud! Ben pounded a hammer to the concrete wall of his daughter’s bedroom. They had been decorating their house and had placed a crucifix above Maria’s wooden bookcase. “Maria is not home yet,” said Josefina to her husband, she had asked her daughter to get a young goat from her grandfather for mutton. “It’s still early in the afternoon, dear. She will be alright— the hillside is always quiet. Yup— it’s going to be a quiet afternoon, no—” said Ben and he continued to hammer and affixed the wooden cross. Thud! Thud!
It was also a quiet afternoon at the crag to the witch’s garden. “Help me gather vegetables, Siegfried! Get your cupid’s shaving brush and the swollen fingers to pitch in and help.”
M.I. LeeThe story may be graphic and should not be imitated in any way or form.
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