much basil.
Button tin, don’t steal.
Emma, stop buying the cheap tea.
Victoria landed on a page and read out loud before she meant to.
“April 13. Emma brought chicken soup and a lemon cake from the bakery on Lexington. She pretended it was for both of us, but she knows I hate lemon cake, so she ate two slices and got crumbs on the blue chair.”
My ears got continue reading …