Unexpected Twist

'Bravo, young lady! Joan Fothergill! You didn't tell me your daughter sings like a nightingale and can act the socks off the entire DADS membership.  Goodness, how time flies, young lady, the last time I talked to you was by the trout lake, and you were wearing a pair of pink knickers.' My cheeks turned crimson, and I heard my mother mumble the words, lake, knickers?

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