“You… not… look… old,” Anna stated.
“Why thank you, ma chère,” Evelyn said, every syllable rolled off that silver tongue.
“Secret?” Anna asked.
“Death becomes me,” Evelyn said.
“Dead?” Anna confirmed, assuming it was an archaic expression.
“Never mind,” Evelyn said.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/0Xu6fRVqW2
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) February 10, 2021
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