Furlong-Bolliger Booneville Retribution By S. Furlong-Bolliger “You know, my wife, Dawn, just has no sense of humor anymore,” I was telling the guys. We were hanging out at Sid’s Hardware. They offered free coffee and a few of us had gotten into the habit of gathering there in the mornings. “Well...
Furlong-Bolliger When it came to wicked stepmothers, Cinderella had nothing on me. My stepmother, Rose, was pure evil. That’s why, when I got the call about my father’s death, I knew she was somehow responsible. I just had to prove it. Since I hadn’t spoken to my father for years, I was wearing a...
