1 Fact and 3 Fictions

The walls of the dining room were duck-egg blue and decorated with Chinese birds and flowers. The large leaded glass windows opened onto the back terrace, set high above expansive lawns and beautifully kept flower beds. The wooden grape-vine latticework above was broken in places. The carnage caused by the heavy feet of nosey prowling felines. The lady of the house took tea outside this window in the summer months every day at 3pm on the dot.

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