Someone was knocking on the front door. Ken dimmed
the lights and parted the curtains slightly. It wasn’t a vacuum cleaner salesman, a Jehovah’s
Witness, or a dead person whose mangled corpse had been reanimated through the magic
of a mummified monkey’s paw. Any of those would have been preferable
to the person whose name he silently mouthed when he turned to face me: Clare.
WooHoo!
ReplyDeleteI'm psyched.
ReplyDeleteMonkeys paw!!
ReplyDeleteI've missed you so much!!!!
ReplyDeleteYum!
ReplyDeleteOh, Helen! I haven't even set up a blog and I'm feeling overwhelmed and unready in the extreme, but then I read this post. Gonna get busy . . .
ReplyDeleteSusan, I feel exactly the same way! I really, really doubt I'll manage to post something every day, so I hope that same worry won't keep you from taking part.
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