
“Dear prudence.” she said, with a smile. It was true. It was one of her favorites because she would listen to it on repeat if she could. Dear Prudence got her through a lot. Then she walked over to the waffle maker, pouring in the mix and then moved over to the stove to start the bacon.
“Better?” he echoed. There were a couple of things that came to mind, like the advances in medicine and technology, but...
Alice thought for a second. She did love all things vintage didn’t she? “I guess, I never intended it but I do love...