Finishing Touches [antikvár]

Cassie No wind can drive my bark astray Nor change the tide of destiny. Oh Mary we crown Thee with blossoms today. Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May. Oh Mary we crown Thee with blossoms today, Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May. Cassie Jordan paused while sandpapering a dado rail, to listen to the words of that old, long-forgotten, much-loved hymn of her childhood. My God! she hadn't heard it in years. That brought back memories. Cassie sat back on her hunkers and took a little rest. She would just do this last piece of rail before finishing up for the night. Tomorrow was going to be a long day— all her furniture and equipment was to be installed—so she had promised herself an early night. A nice cup of milky hot chocolate, a quick glance at the newspapers while listening to the rest of Late Date, and then she'd sleep like a baby. She was sleeping much better these nights. She was still not free of all the shackles of guilt, resentment and unhappy memories, but she was working on it! If Barbara, her sister, wanted to spend her life in a bitter feud, that was entirely up to her. Barbara had resented Cassie ever since they were children and it had spilt over into their adult lives, Cassie reflected, as she got a fresh piece of sandpaper and started rubbing more vigorously than was necessary. Well, the invitations had been sent out and would