But seeing Larry, Stub stopped the motorhome and rolled down the window, his usually jovial expression replaced with confusion and concern. Larry pointed at the cord. “You forgot to unplug your electrical hook up.” Stub banged his head down on the steering wheel, fortunately cushioned by his hand...
Once the dog chores were done and the coffee made, she sat under the trailer awning, watching the morning unfold, her notebook in her lap. It was a glorious morning. Her side felt better in spite of her antics the night before. They would be returning home the next day, so...
Trats' request. “Well,” she stammered, “there’s some possibilities, but most of the people around here are accounted for at that time. And if it was someone from outside the campground, we wouldn’t know...” “Please help,” Mrs. Trats begged, gripping Frannie’s sleeve. Frannie nodded hesitantly. “W...