There is no way I’m going to describe to you the morning of the move. You can wager there were a lot of tears.
And I had butterflies in my stomach as the car drudged out of {Undisclosed}. Why? I’m not going to answer that, not yet. Not ever, probably. Some things you want to keep to yourself. Some things –
Quiet!
[Silence].
YOU ARE READING
Sort of Deadly
Humor*Sequel to 'Sort Of Dead'* *Kindly read the previous installment beforehand* ~ "You know the feeling when you see a glass jar filled with perfectly round, colorful marbles, and you just want to put one - or two, or three - in your mouth, even though...
