First Sunday in Advent, 1631

After Mass, Irene Flannery walked over to Krystal and looked her up and down, sniffing in disdain. "I thought your mother at least taught you how to dress appropriately for Mass, young lady."

Caught off guard, Krystal had to bite back an angry reply. "Mrs. Flannery, you know I didn't live in Grantville and most of my things were left behind, including my mother, my father, and my home. Unlike you, until things go back to normal, all I have of my own things are a few bags of . . .

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