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The look on Emily's face was quite amusing. Shock mixed with arousal and she was speechless. It did not seem to be a normal state for her; I envisioned her an inquisitive chatterbox as a child. If she had indeed been raised in a brothel--I had no reason to doubt the story's plausibility as Emily was not the lying type--then this Aunt Trina woman had been a saint. She'd saved Emily from a horrid, poverty stricken and cruel existence and when grown, found her the most suitable, and virtuous life she could have. A childhood in a brothel would certainly make it difficult to marry in the same town, but a mail order bride would change the dynamic substantially.
Mrs. Bidwell--I'd met her two years past with Ryder Graves when we'd travelled to Minneapolis to sell our beef cows--had been
