Thistle And Twigg
“He’d been busy gathering books and other materials into boxes that he insisted I take. The number of boxes he had stacked and waiting for me was more than I expected, seventeen of them numbered with red marker. I hurried so I could load them all myself. Cal was so stubborn about taking it easy and I worried he’d overexert himself. Once home, I stacked them next to my own boxes that I had yet to unpack in the den.
I’d promised Phoebe I’d go into town with her that morning. She wanted to keep a w...atch on the progress of her house repairs and also needed help in choosing new colors for the painters.
We passed the Piggly Wiggly before the turn onto her street. She gave a little yelp, goosed the accelerator, and drove past her street to the square up ahead. She pointed to a man walking into Wriggle’s Sporting Goods.
“Look, look, look!” she said. ‘That’s Jack Blaylock, the one who had the gun seminar.”
I only had a glimpse of his face, saw that he had a moustache, before he entered the store.MoreLess
I’d promised Phoebe I’d go into town with her that morning. She wanted to keep a w...atch on the progress of her house repairs and also needed help in choosing new colors for the painters.
We passed the Piggly Wiggly before the turn onto her street. She gave a little yelp, goosed the accelerator, and drove past her street to the square up ahead. She pointed to a man walking into Wriggle’s Sporting Goods.
“Look, look, look!” she said. ‘That’s Jack Blaylock, the one who had the gun seminar.”
I only had a glimpse of his face, saw that he had a moustache, before he entered the store.MoreLess
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