Mary Cassatt Young Mother Sewing

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a rummage through the drawers. This must have been her mother's room. There was a lot of pink. Susan had nothing against pink in around in approval. Once again, she felt she'd passed some sort of test.
She followed it out into the hall and then into the smoky cavern of the kitchen. Albert was bent over the stove.
'Morning,' he said, out of habit rather than any acknowledgement of the time of day. 'You want fried bread with your sausages? There's porridge to follow.'
Susan looked at the mess sizzling in the huge fryingpan. It wasn't a sight moderation, but this wasn't it; she put on her old school dress.The important thing, she decided, was to stay calm. There was always a logical explanation for everything, even if you had to make it up.SQEAUFF.The Death of Rats landed on the dressing table, claws scrabbling for a purchase. He removed the tiny scythe from his jaws.'I think,' said Susan carefully, 'that I would like to go home now, thank you.'The little rat nodded, and leapt.It landed on the edge of the pink carpet and scurried away across the dark floor beyond.When Susan stepped off the carpet the rat stopped and looked