It was as he was beginning to work himself toward the back, toward the door that was supposed to be hidden, that Veranda began to tense
. Panpar turned his head toward her, edged himself a little closer, without removing his eyes from her, and said. Getting it out of him had been a chore, and both Jo-Laina and Jo-Vanna had to help their aunt settle him down so that he could explain, in that slurry language that drunks all seem to know and love, what in the world he was so excited about
. . “Can I help you?” She asked as she opened the door
It was as he was beginning to work himself toward the back, toward the door that was supposed to be hidden, that Veranda began to tense
. Panpar turned his head toward her, edged himself a little closer, without removing his eyes from her, and said. Getting it out of him had been a chore, and both Jo-Laina and Jo-Vanna had to help their aunt settle him down so that he could explain, in that slurry language that drunks all seem to know and love, what in the world he was so excited about
. . “Can I help you?” She asked as she opened the door
It was as he was beginning to work himself toward the back, toward the door that was supposed to be hidden, that Veranda began to tense
. Panpar turned his head toward her, edged himself a little closer, without removing his eyes from her, and said. Getting it out of him had been a chore, and both Jo-Laina and Jo-Vanna had to help their aunt settle him down so that he could explain, in that slurry language that drunks all seem to know and love, what in the world he was so excited about
. . “Can I help you?” She asked as she opened the door
Sweet