Yesterday I finished my story, Sundae, Monday and Always. Set in 1951, it details how my cigar-smoking customer that I privately termed The Riddler, helped solve a Christmas dilemma. The subplot revolves around a boyfriend who may or may not surprise me with a holiday treat.
If the dogs leave me alone long enough, today I'll write about my cousin Neicie, the quirkiest character in my entire family of misfits.
Taken its toll
2 days ago