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“I said don’t run inside the house Hannah!!”

This time Marley’s warning came with a sterner tone that registered within even Hannah’s stubborn ears. Her booming footsteps audibly slowed down and eventually resigned to unhurried creaks across the 2nd floor.

“Grandma they’re back!” Hannah exclaimed, her shrill voice echoing across the whole house. “The doves are back Grandma!”

Thunder once again rolled across Marley’s head, spanning the tumeric fragrant kitchen’s ceiling and made its way down the flight stairs.

“No running! Be careful down the stairs!” Marley declared.
“They’re back, they’re back!”
Hannah’s little feet scampered across the tiles and crashed her through the fly-screen front door,

itching to see her snow white avian companions.
Marley returned the lid on the dutch oven, sealing the aromatic steam. As Marley stepped outside in

search for her granddaughter, she found her barely past the porch steps, visibly afraid to come any closer, lest she scares her friends away.

“They are pretty aren’t they sweetie?” Marley smiled. “Did you know doves are just white pigeons?" “Pigeons?” Hannah frowned. “Whatever reason do pigeons have to be that pretty for?”