Desperate measures
Nov 19, 2020
2 minutes
By Rosemary Hayes
Angela could barely believe it. There they were, sitting in the forward pews, all three of them. Apart, admittedly, but all under the one roof.
She’d been trying for many years to achieve that, and failing miserably each time. So did it really matter that in the end it had taken desperate measures?
But would
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