Autumn 1903 – Better Than One Could Wish

 

“A curse?” Jameson laughed. “This body is a fine thing compared to what I was born with. That body failed me over and over. Pox. Polio. A shattered leg when I fell from a horse. A tongue that could not string together three words without stumbling. I am glad to be rid of it. That body was curse. This body is a miracle.”

 

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