The longer dark brown wool coat was great for keeping her warm, especially when she wore a long sweater over leggings, but inside it quickly became too hot. She adjusted her purse, shifted the six-pack of beer to her other hand, and waited. A shadow flit across the peephole, and the door opened. ...
The situation is not what you expected it to be. Dig deeper. That’s the Emerson tradition, she mimicked sarcastically. Just lie down and let them walk all over you, she thought, crossing her arms across her chest and sitting back. That’s the way it’s always been done, she ...