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... We turn into a sitting room where two women are arranging flowers on a long table. One of them looks up first, dark curls pulled into a messy bun, sleeves rolled up.
"Oh," she says, eyes widening and a blush rushing up her face. "You must be her."
Margaret nods. "Elaine.... This is Ruth and Celia."
Ruth wipes her hands on her apron and steps forward immediately. "It’s nice to finally meet you Mrs, we were wondering when we would get to put a face to the chaos."
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