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d to his wife. A wicked smile curled his wife's lips and he

ettled beside him in the co

a glimpse of a world they never knew existed. Through your books you

societal standards, their petty scandals and most of all, their enchanting tales of

te for the answer

between them. Turning to his wife, he asked, "But I cannot help but th

er. "I do not know what you

story behind your fairytales." Fiona averted her eyes. She had grown old and he was there to witness it

acts, Eddie. I wrote them t

eld their own facts and you cannot deny that no matter how you wish you can. We cannot leave our granddaughters with a flimsy and incomplete history. I believe they are old enough to understand

his wife all too well. Yet he also knew his granddaughters to be ce

at moment, sleeping in the guest room. If they did not find his wife's books in the cabin and read them from

telling them about the Trilbys meant telling them what truly happened with

ll know that you have left out many th

asked, feignin

," he wryly stated. "

were filled with tenderness and love as the

nder look. "You are t

I belie

rong. My family

you are correct. Perhaps it is time I

emple a kiss. "Yes. Tell them what truly h