they’d declare as they put another batch of homemade biscuits into their ovens. I’d been raised differently; my parents had convinced me that I would never need to depend on a man. But I had depended on Benton. I depended on him to help me escape from the onslaught of unpleasantries that had l...
Ronald said as he opened the door for David. “Put the finishing touches on the penthouse myself this afternoon.”“Thanks Ronald. That’ll be all. Pick me up in the morning, 7:30 sharp!”“Got it! Have a great evening, sir.”“You too.”David punched in the personal access code to take him to the pen...
I say smartly.He clears his throat, intimidating me with gruffness, “Hawthorne. Won’t you come in, Mr. Carmichael?”As a lifelong Charlestonian I’ll admit to not taking advantage of the historical monuments that are practically in my own front yard, and somehow I even missed the eighth grade fiel...