“Enter Catherine Parr, carrying a tray,” is the text I get from my parents one morning, followed by, “Do you remember?”
That might seem a most mysterious message to send to one’s daughter, but as it happens, I do remember, and I do know what they’re talking about.
My mother, always one for clearing…
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