The Christmas Kettle Caper - Chapter 4
“It’s probably just the house creaking, Dolly girl. Come lay down.” I patted the covers beside me to coax her over. She glanced in my direction, then back at the door again.
“So, you were a chip off the ol’ block weren’t you, Miss Pierson?” Pastor Lurton spoke with an amused expression.
“She still is,” Dad told him with a note of pride in his voice. “Jenny is a fantastic …
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