“Hello, Cattleya,” a female voice said from behind. I turned in curiosity to see who was with us and for a brief minute had the flash of a false-sense of recognition that I was addressing myself. ...Read on!
She threw back her head and laughed. ‘I think it’s the alcove. It both receives and traps. Wherever it is, I’ll call it my Reading Corner. I’ll just have to read your poems there.’ ...Read on!
Her uncanny sense of kinship would, indeed, be revealed to be his noble blood calling out to her own—calling across years of separation—as Tipps was actually her illegitimate brother, though of course unbeknown to him… and with many j...Read on!