LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 19

     Her eyes flashed with the petulant outrage of a little girl caught in the cookie jar, thinking it very unreasonable of you to have come into the kitchen at that precise moment.  Then her eyelids lowered.      “Your mother think of that?”      “I don’t need all my fingers to count to nine,” MattContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 19”