4x-xx-xx ep16 Expectations of an Heir

Out of the past, Vantoms of a World gone by, Speak again, dear mortal tale, Expectations of an Air. Yes, there she goes.

My beloved Aunt Mora, her skirts rustling as she waddles up the stairs to her room. My earliest memories are memories of her. Always dressed in the same way, Heavy Dark Dresses which only accentuate her huge body, a fat body, always waddling from our dark living room up the circular wooden stairway to a room on the second floor, leaving behind a faint scent of mimosa perfume mixed with

the sweet odor of rice powder, the dusty smell of old clothes, and Mora, mother, father, brother and sister, all these she's been to me. My only relative, and Mora, there's always been just two of us, alone, alone together, and the butler Andrew.

Only he leaves us alone together too. Everybody does. You see we're so devoted to each other. They say, they say a lot of things. Well, they answer Mora in that sweet nephew of hers. So devoted, so devoted.

devoted a man he is it's amazing the way those two are always together I don't see anything amazing about it she's devoted a life to him after all she's always got and he's a favorite brother's child but grouping a young man up life that it isn't natural someday he'll find a woman and get married you mark my word

we're Western Mary nonsense maybe you might have a long time ago that Alice Godwin but not now not after what happened besides you know what people say They might not be a word of truth in it, but you know the way people talk.