The Farmer s Daughter Ch 2
At breakfast the next morning, John and I were finishing our scrambled eggs and toast when he put down his cup of coffee, took a deep breath, looked over at Mary in the kitchen skimming the cream off of yesterday’s milk and turned to me. “Listen, Pete, I have to talk to you about Sherry,” he said, leaning forward, clearing his throat. “We have a rule about apprentices staying away from her. You’re here to work for us and we’ve had problems in the past with apprentices socializing too much with...
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