Mark Schweizer - Liturgical 12 - The Cantor Wore Crinolines - Plot & Excerpts
joked Rachel, then put her hand over her mouth. “Oh, my God! I didn’t mean that. We’d never kill anyone!” “You did tell Ruby Farthing that she was’t getting in, though.” “Sure,” said Stephanie. “We had to tell the ones that aren’t getting in. That’s only polite.” The waitress showed up at the table, took my drink order and went to get my pint of Thunderstruck Coffee Porter, a seasonal brew that I’d never tried. The ladies were attacking the pizza and I, with expert maneuvering, managed to get a slice without losing any digits.” “It’s no wonder you all eat like you’re starved,” I said, counting my fingers. “It’s probably that miniature food you eat at the Ginger Cat. Man does not live by carrot mousse.” “It’s true,” said Sarah Aspinall. “We should really come over here for our meetings.” “Don’t be silly,”
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