...May Day, to be exact.
Annika delivered hers to my brother's family, none of whom were home at the time.
For the next victim, we stopped the car up the road from my parent's house, and I left the other girls in the van while Susannah and I crept past my mother working in the flowerbeds...
in order to leave some flowers on her steps.
Alas, there is no picture of Millie, the Sneakiest of all, because she delivered her basket to my great-aunt Mae, who lives on a hill, and for whose delivery Millie resorted to slipping through some pine trees.
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