The Keeping Jar
But the Senator had a taste for bad horses and worse stocks. By the time Cornelia was twenty-five, the pillars were grey with mildew, the silver was sold, and the only thing left in the Finch estate was a three-bedroom clapboard house on a single acre of crabgrass. cornelia southern charms
“Cornelia, dear,” twittered Bitsy Pemberton, the current society president, “how… rustic of you to attend.” The Keeping Jar But the Senator had a
That stopped Bitsy cold.