12-13-2008, 08:41 PM
Elizabeth folded her arms. "Anne, your parents were very upset that you weren't there today. I had to lie your way out of it again. I told them that you had a sudden case of stomach pains and that you were too ill to come." She sighed. "How many times do I have to lie your way out of it before you finally realize that you need to be on time? Hmm."
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.