Good Boy, Jake
Rod in hand, I went to the lake
Rod in hand, I went to the lake
Billy: Ya rascally varmit, git back here!
Caveat Emptor.
Carol Bannister placed the breakfast tray in front of her Aunt Jessica and stood staring out the window at the autumn leaves swirling about the grounds.
Ellen loved her brother, of that there was no doubt.
“Damn,” Marnie said as she pulled over onto the icy soft-shoulder and got out, leaving the car running but the door ajar.
Jackie pulled the collar of her housecoat tight around her neck and opened the door to let her cat inside after his morning romp.
I didn’t kill him.
Tommy Andolini was a brute.
Evie had a problem.
“Where’s my son?
Everyone was getting bored and a little stir-crazy.