Teresa, Mariana, and Katinka are the names of these divinities—all of them under fifteen.
A window rolled down and Teresa saw Catherine Greig, whom she did not know.
In a dim backroom of a mud hut in Save, 82-year-old Teresa Nyirabutunda sits propped upright in bed by her daughter, Francine.
Everybody in this room is smart and everybody was just doing their job and Teresa Perrone is dead.
To some, Catherine Greig, like Teresa Stanley and Marilyn Di Silva, is guilty only of having made bad choices.
Carmina received a letter, bearing the Italian postmark, but not addressed to her in Teresa's handwriting.
Still, that was a year or two ago, I believe; Bertie is older now, and so is Teresa.
"I have seen it," said Teresa coldly; but her cheek coloured faintly.
“The animal is not safe,” said Teresa, handing her agitated guest a cup of tea.
Teresa's confidence grew proportionately with Fanny's candour.