There was a very young girl named Chloe, always with poise, always in grandeur, a nobility child.
She had an older cousin named Christina who helped take care of her.
The mother's name was Ellen. There were more people. Another lady who came to live with them related distantly was Sarah. There was a child named Abigail and Saoirse. There was an older other cousin named Christine, in fact.
There were men, as well.
Chloe was in her little dusty, grayish, silverish, bluish room. She had a little toy boy named Tim she loved more than anything and wished he was alive. Christina was sitting on the floor with her being listful, age 13. Christine came in and grabbed Ms Christina by the hips and said time for a bath. She got quite a rise outta that. After that, Christina gave Chloe a bath. They reflected on the bubbles in the tub. Well, time for bed. They went back into their room and talked for what seemed a long time and then fell asleep.
Ellen woke and picked up Chloe and helped her to breakfast.
Christina went to play with Abigail and Saoirse. Breakfast was good, several biscuits for each with gravy, rich grits of some sort, scrambled eggs, and WAFFLES. Most of them had orange juice, but Chloe wanted milk because she was almost all French.
What Mamma did was investigate magic things. It was sorta a musical society with lots of balls and things, gatherings at the house.
Things were getting rather suspicious, but it was time to caravan to the festival. They stopped a night and roasted their meat. Chloe sat by Ellen. Christina suddenly spotted wolves.. Mamma grabbed Christina and all the people were scrambling to the caravans.. The men warded the wolves away with the fire, made a ring.
Finally they arrived at the festival. The girls loved the long tunnel of LuV. The ferris wheel was quite a doozy. There were no weird rides.
Finally, they came home, alas. They were going to have to move somewhere else. Christina moved in with another group of people, an older lady in her middle ages named Sarah and a more youthful, rather fair woman named Ellen. They were with child, a girl named Sarah and another girl named Chloe. Christina took care of them and tutored them.
There was a murder in the community of a teacher, and the ladies went to go work on it. Great hysteria came amass. Christina remembered again not to ever sweat the small stuff. They then moved, themselves, to Africa, but Christina turned down the trip.