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“Ryan, darling! How did your date with Miss Morningstar go?” -- “Oh, stop tormenting the boy!” -- “I'm doing nothing of the sort! I'm simply inquiring about his date! Now, Ryan, how was it? You are still coming to dinner Sunday, you can tell me all about it then ( Read more... )

Eilley Clacher rung the bell of her son's brownstone home. It was early Saturday morning and she imagined he would be home-if she remembered his routine properly. She had a habit of being slightly scatter brained, something her husband teased her about mercilessly. (Which explained perfectly why she had named her son's stray cat-Cupid, Greek Kitty ( Read more... )