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Overview

In the tradition of Arianna Franklin and C. J. Sansom comes Samuel Thomas’s remarkable debut, The Midwife’s Tale

It is 1644, and Parliament’s armies have risen against the King and laid siege to the city of York. Even as the city suffers at the rebels’ hands, midwife Bridget Hodgson becomes embroiled in a different sort of rebellion. One of Bridget’s friends, Esther Cooper, has been convicted of murdering her husband and sentenced to be burnt alive. Convinced that her friend is innocent, Bridget sets out to find the real killer.

Bridget joins forces with Martha Hawkins, a servant who’s far more skilled with a knife than any respectable woman ought to be. To save Esther from the stake, they must dodge rebel artillery, confront a murderous figure from Martha’s past, and capture a brutal killer who will stop at nothing to cover his tracks. The investigation takes Bridget and Martha from the homes of the city’s most powerful families to the alleyways of its poorest neighborhoods. As they delve into the life of Esther’s murdered husband, they discover that his ostentatious Puritanism hid a deeply sinister secret life, and that far too often tyranny and treason go hand in hand.

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Everything rings true in historian Thomas’s superb first mystery, set in 1644 during the English civil war. While antimonarchist rebels lay siege to York, midwife Bridget Hodgson ventures to a city parish not her own to help deliver a bastard child about to be born to a maidservant “perhaps twenty-three years old and no great beauty,” who refuses to divulge the name of the father. Bridget faces a quandary because she can’t legally attend a labor unless she can identify the father, to spare the city having to support the child. Bridget later faces a greater crisis when her dear friend, Esther Cooper, is accused of fatally poisoning her husband, a crime defined as treason. To gain time to investigate, Bridget avers that Esther is pregnant in order to defer the date of execution until she comes to term. Authentic details of life in 17th-century York complement the whodunit’s intelligently concealed clues. Agent: Josh Getzler, Hannigan Salky Getzler. (Jan.)
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“A determined midwife must solve a murder to save a friend from a horrible end. . . . Historian Thomas’ fiction debut is packed with fascinating information about a midwife’s skills and life during the English civil war. The ingenious, fast-paced mystery is a bonus.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Everything rings true in historian Thomas’s superb first mystery. . . . Authentic details of life in 17th-century York complement the whodunit’s intelligently concealed clues.”—Publishers Weekly

“Thomas' York teems with filthy streets and bawdy wine-soaked revelries. But nothing is more drenched in bloody, breathing realism than Bridget's life, and career. . . . Thomas does an admirable job keeping all of these balls aloft. He concludes with a satisfying twist that few readers will see coming. But as pleasurable as his mystery is, the true thrill here is Thomas' lively portrait of 1644 York and his  unique heroine.” —Cleveland Plain Dealer

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A determined midwife must solve a murder to save a friend from a horrible end. England, 1664. Now that Parliament's armies are attacking areas loyal to the king, the northern city of York is under siege. Wealthy widow Bridget Hodgson, proud of her skills as a midwife, prefers working to sitting around leading the quiet life of a lady. She has no intention of turning detective until her friend Esther Cooper's husband, an outspoken Puritan who treated his wife badly, is found dead and poison is discovered hidden in Esther's room. The hapless widow is swiftly and illegally tried, convicted and sentenced to burn at the stake. Bridget, ignoring threats from the authorities, declares Esther pregnant, forestalling her demise. Although her well-connected family pushes Bridget to drop the matter, her new servant, Martha Hawkins, has unusual skills that make her a big help. When Bridget and Martha are attacked by an inebriated soldier, Martha skillfully dispatches him, and Bridget hires guards to protect her house and has her nephew accompany them when they travel the city. As Bridget goes about her business, she picks up gossip, becomes involved in a case of infanticide and haunts the apothecaries looking for the source of the poison. She senses that more than one person would like to see her dead but remains grimly determined to find the real killer. Historian Thomas' fiction debut is packed with fascinating information about a midwife's skills and life during the English civil war. The ingenious, fast-paced mystery is a bonus.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250010766
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 1/8/2013
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 5.84 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.05 (d)

Meet the Author

SAM THOMAS teaches history at University School, an independent boys' school outside Cleveland, Ohio. He lives in Shaker Heights with his wife and two sons. The Midwife's Tale is his first novel, and readers can expect a sequel in 2014.

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Chapter 1

 

On the night I delivered Mercy Harris of a bastard child, the King’s soldiers burned the city’s suburbs and fell back within its walls to await the rebel assault.

It was evening when the Overseer of the Poor arrived to summon me to the birth and my servant, Hannah, ushered him into the parlor.

“Lady Hodgson,” he said when I joined him, “I am sorry to bother you on such a terrible day, but one of the parish’s maidservants is in travail with a bastard. The churchwardens have sent me for a midwife.”

“What parish are you from?” I asked. I knew he was not from St. Helen’s, and most parishes handled their own bastard births.

“St. Savior’s, my lady.”

“Surely you have midwives in St. Savior’s.”

“They are unwilling to venture out, what with the fires, the smoke, and so many soldiers running about. They think it too dangerous.”

I shook my head in despair—some women did not know the meaning of an oath. “I will come. What is the mother’s name?”

“Mercy Harris, my lady. She lives on an alley off St. Andrewgate.”

“Has she named the father yet?”

“She refuses. That is why we need a midwife.”

“God save us from obstinate mothers.” I sighed. “Wait here while I get my bag. You’ll have to take me to her.”

“Yes, my lady.”

I sent Hannah upstairs for my tools and quickly changed into an apron fit for the work that lay ahead. The Overseer and I walked past the Minster’s towering spires, toward the warren of streets, alleys, and courtyards that make up St. Savior’s parish. In one hand the Overseer carried the small valise containing my tools and in the other a lantern to aid me in my work. The streets around us thronged with townspeople racing home, carrying whatever food they had found for sale in the shops or markets. A young woman with frightened eyes hurried past us, trying to manage the squalling infant in one arm and her day’s purchases in the other. She turned off St. Andrewgate and disappeared down an alley.

We reached Mercy’s door and I gazed up at the Minster, now silhouetted by the smoke pouring into the summer sky. May the Lord affect our hearts with the sad fruits of wasting wars.

“Go home,” I told the Overseer. “The fire will unsettle your wife and children. They’ll feel safer with you there.”

“Are you sure, my lady?” he asked. “It won’t be safe for you to return alone on a night such as this.”

“I won’t return before daylight,” I assured him. “It’s her first child, and she has refused to name the father. It will be a long night for both of us.” He nodded and hurried back toward the relative safety of St. Andrewgate. I steeled myself for the night to come and entered the house without knocking.

I glanced around the room in which I would do my night’s work. It would have been dim even at noon, and the setting sun provided only the slightest light through the horn windows. Mercy lay on the bed, staring at me with a surly expression. She was perhaps twenty-three years old and no great beauty. Obviously, I was not her first choice for a midwife. But to be fair, I hadn’t chosen her for my client. A girl of perhaps fifteen years, with hair as dark as Mercy’s, stood in the corner. She shrank from my gaze, apparently hoping to disappear entirely.

“By the look of you, you’re Mercy’s sister,” I said gently. “You’ll be my deputy tonight. What’s your name?” My voice startled her, and she looked at Mercy, who nodded grudgingly.

“Sairy, my lady.”

“Hello, Sairy,” I said. “Do exactly what I tell you, exactly when I tell you, and everything will be fine. Do you understand?”

“Yes, m-my lady,” she stammered.

“Good. Now, let’s see what we’ve got here,” I said, surveying the room. The watery light afforded by the small windows made it hard to tell where the shadows ended and the dirt began, so I counted the late hour as something of a blessing. Mercy lay on the straw mattress that she and Sairy undoubtedly shared. She wore only her shift, and without her skirts and apron, her pregnancy could hardly be missed. The canvas sheet and a single rough wool coverlet completed the picture of a family on the edge of poverty. Adjacent to the bed were the only other furnishings—two rough stools, an unsteady trestle table, and a clothes chest that had seen better days. Through a low door, I could see a small kitchen but held out little hope that it would provide much in the way of sustenance during the long night ahead. I turned back to Mercy.

“Look at me, Mercy. Look at me.” She did. “You know I cannot help you unless you father the child aright. Tell me who the child’s father is. If you tell the truth, I will help you through the pain and danger. Tell me the truth and I can testify before the Justice of the Peace. He will make the father pay for the child’s upkeep.” She looked away without responding. “Did he offer you money to keep silent?” I continued. “A shilling or two? Perhaps even a pound? Is he already married, and trying not to upset his wife?” I looked at Sairy, hoping for a clue, but she quickly looked away. Mercy suddenly tensed and cried out through clenched teeth. Her travail had begun in earnest. I sat on the stool farthest from the bed and leaned back against the wall. My valise remained conspicuously closed. “If you don’t tell me who the father is, Mercy, I can’t help you, and no one else will. You’ll do this alone.” She remained resolutely silent.

“Sairy, is there a fire in the kitchen?” I asked.

“We’ve no wood.” The girl looked as if she would cry.

We would need food after the birth, but it was more important we have fire to heat water, so I gave Sairy a few pennies to purchase wood from a neighbor. She returned and built a small fire in the kitchen hearth. She then produced a smoky tallow candle, which, combined with my lantern, lit the room tolerably well. With any luck the child would wait until morning to be born so I could have a bit more light, but women like Mercy weren’t lucky very often.

The Minster bells marked the hours of the horrid contest that followed. When the labor pains struck, Sairy’s eyes begged me to tell her what to do. I hardened my heart and avoided her gaze as resolutely as Mercy avoided mine. I longed to assist the poor girl and could not help wondering how she had come to this point. Where were her parents? Was Sairy the only family that she had? At eleven o’clock, Mercy’s waters broke. With shaking hands, Sairy tried to soak up the mess using just a soiled rag from the kitchen. Poor girl. Around two o’clock, Mercy’s final travail started.

“Mercy, I’ll ask one more time. Who is the father?” She clenched her teeth and stared at me, her eyes blazing. She had bitten through her bottom lip, and in the flickering candlelight the blood ran black down her chin. Her chest heaved as she breathed, but still she said nothing. I turned to Sairy. “You can try to find another midwife if you like, but few will venture out on a night like this, especially for a woman such as your sister. And even if you find someone, she will ask the same questions.” Her eyes widened with fear, and I continued. “The neighbors might help, but they’ve no love for a fatherless bastard. The two of you will be on your own tonight.” I picked up my valise and lantern and opened the door. “Be careful when you cut the navel string,” I added. “If you do it badly, the baby will die, and so might your sister.” I walked out, closing the door behind me.

*   *   *

Once outside, I stepped into a neighbor’s doorway to hide, only to find it occupied by one of the pigs that roamed York’s streets. I gave the animal a swift kick in the side, and it raced off with an indignant squeal. I slipped into the shadows to wait. As I expected, Mercy’s door burst open, and Sairy raced pell-mell past me, holding up her skirts as high as she could. I called out, startling her, and she nearly skidded into the urine-filled gutter. She hurried over and grasped my arm to pull me back to her house. Once again I fought the urge to put my arms around the girl and help her in any way I could. It was not in my nature to withhold aid, but in this situation I had no choice. I pulled my arm free and she fell to her knees, sobbing.

“Why won’t you help her?” she cried out. “She’ll die without you! The baby will die, too. You said so.”

At the sound of her pitiful cries, my heart melted and I reached down to help her to her feet. I felt for the poor girl—it was Mercy who had sinned, after all. “If she doesn’t name the father, the city will have to support the child for years to come,” I explained as gently as I could. “The law forbids me to help her so long as she refuses. It is also for the good of the child. If I tell the Justices who the father is, they will order him to support the baby. You all will benefit from that.”

“What should I do?”

“Tell her to name the father,” I said, cupping her face in my hands. “If she promises to do so, I will come back and all will be well, both tonight and in the future.”

Sairy nodded and disappeared into the house. Moments later, she emerged. “Mercy said she will tell you who the father is. Now will you help?” I nodded and followed her back into the room.

I crossed the room and squatted between Mercy’s legs. I paused before touching her. “Mercy, you must name the father of your child, or I will leave again. Your life is in peril—do not make the last words you speak a lie, for you will answer for it on Judgment Day.”

“Peter Clark,” she said between breaths. “The father is Peter Clark.”

“I know no Peter Clark,” I replied. “And it is a common name. Which Peter Clark is the father of your child?”

“He’s apprentice to William Dolben. He is a butcher in the Shambles. He is the father, I swear. We were betrothed when he got me with child, and to be married in the spring. His master would not give him leave to marry until the end of the summer.”

I would have to ask her again, of course, but Peter Clark was a good place to start and I could begin my work. “Thank you, Mercy,” I said. “You did the right thing, both for you and for the child.”

I opened my valise and laid out the oils and medicines I would need. I said a prayer as I slipped a small knife for the navel string into my apron. The small satchel of cutting tools remained at the bottom of the bag, and I hoped they would remain there. I opened a vial of oil and, muttering another prayer under my breath, anointed my hands and the neck of Mercy’s womb. I slipped my hand inside to see how the child lay and to judge how best I could smooth his journey into the world. I could feel the child’s head and knew that he would be born soon. I looked up at Mercy. The skin was drawn tight across her cheeks and her eyes shone with pain, giving her the look of a demon. She should have eaten to sustain her strength, and I wished I’d brought some food for her.

I turned to Sairy. “The baby will be born shortly. Do you have linens prepared?” She looked at me blankly. “For swaddling the child?” I added.

“In the chest,” said Mercy. “I purchased them last week.” I nodded at Sairy, and she sprang into action, pulling a small packet out of the chest and laying it on the table.

“Now take some water and put it on the fire,” I said. Sairy hesitated again. A sweet girl and good sister, but not what I would want in an assistant. “We’ll need to wash the baby. Not too hot, just warm enough to clean him.” Sairy disappeared into the kitchen, and I turned back to Mercy.

“Here, let me help you up—you’ll do better squatting on your haunches than lying down. The child will struggle to be born, and it’s better to give him a downhill road.” She hesitated, unsure if walking around while in travail was a good idea. “It will also mean you don’t have to burn your mattress afterwards.” She grasped my hands and with some effort hauled herself off the bed and to her feet.

We walked in small circles around the room, Mercy’s arm over my shoulders, mine around her waist. From time to time she rested her head on my shoulder, and I saw her wipe tears on my collar. It seemed to me that these were tears not of pain but of regret. She had sinned, of course, and deserved some measure of her fate, but I wondered what possible future Peter Clark had stolen from her when he got her with child. Would she ever live as a respectable housewife? Would she raise her children in a home with more than one bed, two stools, and a table? Or was this a final step into dire poverty? Would she end her life as one of the city’s whores, her child an urchin destined for a similar life?

“You’ll be fine,” I said, squeezing her shoulders. I also added a silent prayer that I spoke the truth. “Your travail is going well, and the baby’s head is at the neck of your matrix. Who knows? It may not even hurt.” At this, even though fear and exhaustion threatened to overtake her, she smiled a little. “It will probably hurt,” I conceded, and we continued to walk.

As the height of Mercy’s labor approached, I called to Sairy. “You’ll have to support her while I deliver the child. Sit on the edge of the bed and put your arms under hers, holding her up.” I renewed my questioning.

“Mercy, tell the truth, who is the father of your child?”

“He is Peter Clark.”

“Swear, Mercy.”

“If the father is any man other than Peter Clark, may this child and I never part!”

But a short time later they did part, and by the grace of God I ushered a lusty baby girl into the world. If healthy lungs guaranteed a long life, this child would outlive her own grandchildren. I cut and bound the navel string.

“Bring the water and a clean cloth,” I told Sairy. She went to the kitchen and returned with a pot, which she set on the table. With no great optimism she began to root in the chest for a cloth. “Never mind,” I said. I unclipped my collar and tested the water’s temperature. Miraculously, it was just right. I dipped my collar-turned-washcloth into the water and began to clean the squalling infant. Once that task was accomplished, I took the linen bands from the package Mercy had bought and swaddled the girl. Mercy now sat on one of the stools, leaning against the bed, looking dazed. I placed the infant in her arms and held my lantern so mother and child could gaze upon each other.

“If the afterbirth does not come on its own, in a moment I’ll have to fetch it out myself,” I told her. She nodded. But luck was on her side, and a few minutes later the afterbirth was delivered of its own accord. After dressing Mercy’s privities, I helped her into bed. Exhausted, she lay back and closed her eyes.

“No sleep yet,” I told her. “You should nurse the child and then you can both sleep.” Her nipples were well suited for nursing, and the child sucked greedily. I turned to Sairy and saw that she had dozed off in the corner. Only the Lord knew how long she had been awake. I glanced at the window and noticed that morning had come. I heard the Minster bell toll once—half-five, I guessed. I went into the kitchen to see what food they had but found only a stale bread crust and pot of weak ale. I returned to the parlor and saw that all three of the house’s inhabitants slept. I shook Sairy awake. She looked up at me, still half-asleep.

“Do you and Mercy have any money?” I asked.

A look of horror spread across her face. “We can’t … we don’t … the Overseer of the Poor said…,” she stammered.

“Not for me, Sairy, for food. Your sister will awake with the appetite of two men.”

“We have nothing at all. She spent the last of our money on the linen for the baby.”

I fetched some more coins from my valise. “Here. If you find meat you can afford, boil it rather than roast it. She should also have broth and eggs, but no mutton. It will give her a fever. I imagine Peter Clark can get you some beef or a chicken. It would be the least he could do.” White wine would have helped her regain her strength, but it was clearly more than they could afford, so I suggested barley water. “And almond milk if you can find it.” She thanked me profusely, helped me gather my belongings, and accompanied me to St. Andrewgate.

“Everything should be fine for now,” I said. “The nearest midwife is Elizabeth Halliday, over in St. Cuthbert’s parish, around the corner from the church.” Sairy nodded. “She is a good midwife and nurse, and can help. Tell her I sent you, and that I will repay the courtesy. If you need me, go to St. Helen Stonegate. Ask any of the shopkeepers there, and they will tell you where I live. I am Lady Bridget Hodgson.”

She nodded again. “Yes, my lady.”

“Good. You did well last night. Your sister is lucky to have you. Now, go find some food for the both of you.”

“Thank you, my lady.”

I watched the girl disappear around the corner, and then I started for my home.

 

Copyright © 2012 by Samuel Thomas

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    A Historical Whodunit about a feisty midwife

    Author Samuel Thomas has written a fascinating whodunit about a courageous midwife who plies her trade in 17th century England in the midst of a civil war. Deep in the heart of York, Widow Bridget Hodgson is a savy, quick-witted midwife with a penchant for doing good. As a midwife, she holds power and prestige – giving evidence on issues of bastardy and infanticide. Her skills take her into the dredges of poverty and into the elegant salons of the wealthy. When she is ordered by the Mayor to declare a condemned woman not pregnant, Bridget staunchly refuses in order to buy more time to help clear the woman of murder charges she knows are untrue. With the aid of her feisty and secretive servant named Martha, the two set off on this murder investigation that soon turns into a dangerous enterprise.

    The author did an exceptional job in recreating 17th century York, no surprise due to the fact he is a history professor and knowledgeable. This not only lends credence to the story, but makes it shine with vividness. Memorable characters like Martha, who is much more than what she first appears to be, and powerful Bridget, who is unafraid to confront trouble at every turn, make this a gripping read from start to finish. Well disguised clues throughout the story make it difficult to predict the fabulous, unpredictable twist at the end.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 1, 2013

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    A great historical with a twist of mystery

    As soon as I cracked open my copy of The Midwife's Tale, author Sam Thomas transported me to 1600's York with his descriptive storytelling. The story takes place during the the English Civil War and revolves around Midwife Lady Bridget Hodgson. Bridget is twice widowed and well off thanks to her midwifery skills and to her friendship with her late husbands politician brother. She is independent, living with her two servants Hannah and Martha. Martha is new to her household and has quickly become Bridget's close friend. One day Bridget's best friend, Esther Cooper, is accused of murdering her husband. Bridget goes on a personal mission to help prove Esther's innocence and find the real murderer. When Bridget starts her investigation, what she finds is a web of lies and deceit. No one is safe during these trying times, especially unwed women like Bridget, and danger lurks around every corner. I love a good historical and this one was fantastic. There's mystery, suspense and the topic of midwifery all woven seamlessly into a multi layered plot. Just when I thought I knew what was going to happen next, the story would take another great twist. There's not a dull moment as Bridget searches for the truth behind the murder of her close friends husband. I liked Bridget straight away, she's a well developed and likeable character. Both her marriages were arranged through her family, but she actually loved her first husband. As the story flows, you see Bridget mourn the loss of her own children. When it came time for ladies to go into 'travail' or labor, and Bridget would grab her supplies, her birthing stool and head out the door, I felt like I was going right along with her. The topic of midwifery is fascinating, especially back in this time period. I found it interesting that as a midwife part of Bridget's job is finding out who the babies fathers are. Once she has their identity, the fathers are made to support their children instead of the city having to. Annoying, yet useful in their own way are the gossips who spread the word about all the goings on in the city. I was curious about the mysterious Martha and author Sam Thomas does a great job at giving Bridget's sidekick an interesting background as well. There's a twist in the story that I did not see coming concerning Martha and I was impressed with the turn the plot took at that point. The writing just flows, the storytelling is great and I recommend this one to fans of historical mysteries. Sam Thomas is an author to watch out for. I am very impressed by the way he breathed life into these female characters with his debut novel. ............. ....A midwife's work was never easy, but few things brought more joy than welcoming a new soul into the world..... p.134, The Midwife's Tale ............ Disclaimer: This review is my honest opinion. I did not receive any type of compensation for reading and reviewing this book. While I receive free books from publishers and authors, such as this one, I am under no obligation to write a positive review. I received a free copy of this book for an honest review.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2014

    EXCELLENT

    This book is the first one I have ever read by this author. It held my interest all the way. I am looking forward to his next one.

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  • Posted February 3, 2013

    The Midwife's Tale by Sam Thomas intrigued me because of the set

    The Midwife's Tale by Sam Thomas intrigued me because of the setting and the background of the story that lies within.
     For those who are interested in the research that goes into novels such as these I encourage you to go to the back of the book and
    read the Author's Note BEFORE you start reading his novel.  These notes heightened my interest.  I became completely fasinated  by
    the work that Thomas put into discovering the history and practices around midwifery in the mid 1600s.  Without being an historical 
    scholar myself, I came to believe that I was reading a very realistic piece of history surrounding a pretty good story.
     The characters are not warm and I was sometimes put off by the harshness of the protagonist, but I do not doubt that
     it was hard times and women who lived along had to fight for their due respect.  It helps to be rich.  Bridget Hodgson certainly rises to the occasion.

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  • Posted January 27, 2013

    A BEAUTIFULLY CRAFTED HISTORICAL WHO-DUNNIT As a Brit and who u

    A BEAUTIFULLY CRAFTED HISTORICAL WHO-DUNNIT

    As a Brit and who used to live in York, I found the premise of this novel intriguing. It did not disappoint. From the first chapter, I was swept along in the familiar settings and the life of the 17th century midwife who, despite being an atypical woman for her time, never felt anything but authentic. I am full of admiration for Sam Thomas and his ability to craft Bridget's voice. I also found the supporting characters wonderfully unexpected: the lock-picking servant and Bridget's nephew who has a minor, but life-defining, deformity.

    In addition to introducing great characters, this is a murder mystery page-turner. I clocked the murderer early on, but I did not see the twist coming, and the subplot certainly kept me on my toes.

    I highly recommend this fabulous debut.
     

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    Posted August 1, 2013

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