Our Friend Grace

Grace grew up in a topsy-turvy boy driven household on Philadelphia’s main line where home was a large stone and shingle house inhabited by the family, 13 Siamese cats, numbered One to Thirteen and two Black Labs – Sunny and Sandwich. Grace was the youngest of five and the only girl. She wrote stories and plays with no boys in them. Her father, the resident physicist, found his household a source of amusement.  But Grace, taking a cue from her mother who had retreated from the melee downstairs to her four-poster bed to write romance novels, indulged in her books until the day Lucy arrived to shake things up. There was no turning back.



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