Miz

BEAUTIFUL HANDS Moragan lay on the floor of the upstairs parlor next to the window, her bare feet propped on a settee, studying the passage in her primer that Anne would listen to her read aloud. Mindful of keeping herself looking neat and tidy she made sure her crisp white apron and bright yellow skirts were not bunched up underneath her so that they would not become wrinkled. Her toes kept time with the rhythm of her reading. She read with the McGuffey Third Eclectic Reader resting on her…