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Reverend Pat always said she was going to meet a bad end

Although never to her face, of course

She figured he was still slets and they’d spreadtheir afternoon knitting session in one of therooms

If he didn’t want her to play with the piglets, he shouldn’t have kept them in a pen out back of the church Of course, technically that was actually his backyard since his house was right next door to the church But, semantics

Besides, she’d only been trying to reunite the had been destined for the spit roast that weekend for the local church chon? And that after she’d been let free, she’d take off and cause havoc through the town along with her eight piglets?

If Mrs Barlow had wanted to keep the pigs out of her veggie garden, then she really should have built a fence around it And if Mr Jones hadn’t wanted a huge pig eating her way through his pantry, well, he should have shut his back door

Right?

Reverend Pat still held a grudge twenty-three years later, even though he was now retired

She really thought it was tiive her She’d only been four

Although now it seeht

He’d been surprisingly supportive of her rin And it was oodbye/good luck party for her He’d s up rather tipsy

Anyone would have thought he was glad to see her go

Oh, well, when she returned hoht No aret St Clair could find trouble

And right now, trouble caun on her His hand treaze flitted around the dark alleyway they stood in The stench of urine and body odor assaulted her nose,it twitch

Millie put her hands on her hips, glaring at him “I don’t have time for this”

He sneered at her “Gi, lady”

“I think not! This is a one-of-a-kind Kate Spain” She patted the enor

He looked at her in puzzlement “Huh? Don’t you mean Kate Spade?”