Violet took quickly to her namesake.Childhood imp and very active child,she continually sang, half-shouted I'm a one-eyed, one-horned,flyin' purple people eaterzooming round the house. Cape billowing behind her,gramma's purple organza apronpilfered for special effects. Decades later, Miss Violet,now the town's eccentric spinster,specialized in all things purple. Her garden, replete with verbena,bearded iris, campanula,and sweetly scented […]
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