Crashing of the souls:part 3

Herdfordshire, England,1893 Mr.Joyce.. No no,How was your tour.. Why?I throw up the last piece of paper out of the window.Frustation and disappointment formed into the structure of small little sweats on my face. I put aside my memior and rested my head on the windowpane.My thoughts are crowded with Mamma’s words of finding a fine…