Chapter Twelve: April 1, 1916
When I returned to the office after meeting her new beau, Virginia’s was the first face I encountered.
“Seeing that your limbs are still connected, I assume your Friday night engagement went swimmingly,” I said.
“It was going fine until this strange man showed up at his house,” she answered.
“And what did this likely well-meaning and probably misunderstood…
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