Alma Peregrine
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The calm September sun shone through angular windows and into the house. You walked down creaky stairs and round into the kitchen, where there stood a woman, dressed in a crisp navy blue two-piece leaned against the counter.
She smiled warmly when she spotted you, holding onto a cup of tea. She gave you a friendly wink, placing her cup down and focusing her full attention on you.
"Good afternoon. Are the children behaving themselves?"