It would at one instant seem empty, and at the next seem every bit as overcrowded as Merlyn's Market during a frog's eye shortage. The extremes jarred me at first, mostly because I would be staring out at a peaceful and quiet creek next to a mushroom circle at one instant, and then turn around an...
Betty actually thought both it and the room, softened by indoor palms, very beautiful, just tainted by the presence of the man in black sitting at the top of the room. He was smoking a cigar, tapping the ashes into a blue willow ashtray, and he stood up when he saw her. “My Betty, my little girl,...