Pauline said. She pointed to the phone, which was lying off the cradle on the mosaic-topped telephone table by the sofa. Sera rolled her eyes at her aunt. She hadn’t been ignoring Pauline; she’d been punishing her for this afternoon’s boorish behavior. There was a differen...
Whoops. I mean, chill-ING. Just when I was snuggling down under my lovely crocheted blankie, tuckered from an honest day’s work and an eye-opening evening of soaking with the locals, a movement on the ceiling of my cabin caught my attention. A cobweb, thinks I. Surely no m...