Subsequent Wickedness:
Tricked by the false ruse of a daughters tryst; the bejeweled mother was lured outside!
Subsequent Wickedness:
Into the spider’s lair she tread - beguiled by the fortunes tellers’ woven tale astray was led
Subsequent Wickedness:
What fresh mischief is this he questioned; wolfishly eyeing the glimmering ring on her finger
Subsequent Wickedness:
As Mae happily led the harness bull away from the garden she marveled over her good fortune, wondering over how things had worked to her benefit
Subsequent Wickedness:
As Mae walked past the copper she tossed his way the sorta glance that she knew would pique his natural distrust making him follow to see what mischief was going on!
Subsequent Wickedness:
Fell for the Gypsy's story, hook, line, & Ringless Finger
Subsequent Wickedness:
Why had I been left here