9 The Silver Cord (AFRS)

Cesson, the right of motherhood. Can it main, destroy, withhold the right of its progeny to the same love that gave it birth? Can it bear tonight's cubs, or the eagle, it's fledgedlings, or the beaver, it's kids?

The answer then, in just a moment, is in this story, starring Hillary Broke. He is a rugged New England coast, For a small farmhouse stands for Lord and alone, near the edge of a jagged cliff.

Against this cliff, the sea strikes in monotonous rhythm. Inside the house, a shriveled old woman sits at the supper table, holding taut the silver cord that binds her to a pretty young girl, who works at the menial task of clearing away the refuse.

The silver cord that is at once the strength and the weakness of a selfie shot session. Russian silk. Ten does those have any reason for it? You know there's a reason. What reason? How would I know?

Granny, there's no use pretending. Pretending? You know I've been counting on going to the harvest festival. You ain't said nothing lately. Thought you'd give it up. Tastesan being gone. Well, I haven't. You're driving three miles into town and back alone.

Just the... I've hardly been out of this house for weeks. I want to be where there are people to talk to and fun and laugh. Those who said store buy such things managed to forget their duty.

Maybe. But you've got to laugh sometimes. Anywhere when you're young you've got to. Ma'am. For me, Nonna Sarah. Tays laughing you're so hurry to get away for. Is to get dancing with them stressors boys and Tom Doyle and the like.