Miss Edith's Tea Party

Drusilla's parlor was a mess. The sofa fabric had been ripped to shreds, the stuffing coming out from huge rents in the covering. The bookcase had been toppled over, and books were scattered about the room. Her table had been upended, the tea set knocked over and shattered. Miss Edith's delicate linen gown was stained brown from spilled tea, and her head had been shattered when Drusilla had stepped in it. She stalked back and forth in the room, her heels pounding against the floor as she looked for something unbroken to vent her rage upon.




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