No Katherine Thinkings and poems Apr 16, 2022 1 Minute My sister’s face was black with rage I did not wish to be engaged I asked if she’d like some tea? I had hoped to be scotfree Share this: Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email TweetShare on TumblrMore Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related Published by Katherine Poetry writer and author View all posts by Katherine Published Apr 16, 2022