The Flowers by June Hunter

Anna heard the clang and clash of the latch on the gate at the side of their house, and her mom stomping into her brother, Peter’s, bedroom to yell out of the window. “We don’t want any! Go away now!” Mom named the old flower seller ‘Dead-Flower-Man’ because, by the time he had reached their...

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