Bradford stood by her as he touched the smooth ball. “You were lucky no one was hurt.”
“Yes, even Father’s business survived. We were very fortunate. Until now!”
He looked down at her small chin, held up proudly as they stood together. “The war ended over ten years ago. But I see some of us are still fighting it. Now please call me ‘Bradford.’ You must be Mrs. Malcolm’s daughter?”
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