“Are you sure you didn’t imagine it, Eve?” she completely dumbfounded me by asking. “Did you fall asleep at the river and dream it perhaps? It sounds pretty far fetched you know, even to me and I’m a firm believer in the supernatural.” “Teri, how do you imagine a tornado a...
He entered the quiet house to find Michael still fully dressed, passed out cold, drooling onto the embroidered sofa pillow, and snoring like a lumberjack. Strange. The docks were abuzz with rumors of Michael’s recent nuptials to a young lady of exceptional beauty. Why then wasn’t he enjoying the ...