George had never seen that gray shed behind the Busak’s house tucked into some forsythia. He considered whether it might be new, but the shed seemed too at home among the branches.
For a heavy woman, I have oddly slender and agile fingers. These help when I pick out Chopin’s mazurkas.
Hold up, because you didn’t say I promise, Janey. You never said I Promise. Did you do that on purpose?
My irretrievably lost lover was found frozen in a blazing coal burner.
Confronted with the responsibility of viewing the body, it’s good to have as many small tasks to do.