“I cannot believe I’m doin’ this!”

“Oh come on, Reba,” said Barbara Jean, nudging the reluctant redhead toward the front door of number 263.  The little town house was somber in the wintry afternoon light, and frankly, Barbara Jean was getting cold!  She wanted to get back into the awaiting heat of Brock’s SUV.

“You go for it!” she said.  “ ( Read more... )