Betty was on her hands and knees yanking at the weeds that were constantly popping up amongst her dahlias. The sunshine had started out as a welcome warmth after the chill of the house but by now was growing too warm. When a rivulet of sweat trickled down her forehead into her eyes, Betty sat up and cursed. “Drat these imposters! Do they think I’ll
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Sorry for the confusion BUT THANKS SO MUCH FOR BRINGING THE ERROR TO MY ATTENTION!
Note to others: In the original story, the sister inadvertently got two different names.
Then, when I tried to amend my comment to you, LJ wouldn't let me do it! This is the new version of the comment.
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