Lillian wasn’t sure she believed in God, but she most certainly believed in her mother.
Harold lumbered into the kitchen. The kitchen was her territory. Everyone knew the kitchen belonged to the lady of the house, but Harold, of course, must invade it – must assert his mastery of every inch of his domain. Continue reading →
They never let Phyllis McCann out alone, of course. She might talk to somebody. They picked LittleBoy because he had such an innocent face, and made her introduce him as her nephew, come to look after her. Continue reading →
“I was getting worried,” he said. “We’ve had some trouble with pratty rustlers the past couple of days. Not likely they’d have the guts to tangle with a librarian, but you never know with fellers like that.” Continue reading →