02-17-2023, 08:10 PM
But Lottie was there. She was not the foolish young fisher lass rescused from the railway tracks all those years ago. She was older. Wiser. Angrier
"Hello, William dear. Have a grand night out, did ye?" Her voice was soft, sweet, light, and ready to explode. Her eyes were a hard stare, her posture stiff as a railway nail. "I'd choose yer next words very carefully."
"Hello, William dear. Have a grand night out, did ye?" Her voice was soft, sweet, light, and ready to explode. Her eyes were a hard stare, her posture stiff as a railway nail. "I'd choose yer next words very carefully."
