MHA #9, Saturday Evening
Cara bustled around the kitchen, the part of her that was still just a wide-eyed, innocent country girl marvelling at the all the best modern appliances that money (passed over and accepted with no questions) could buy.
Putting the finishing touches on supper, she brought the plates over to the table, where various maps and blueprints were rolled out, held down at various corners with violin cases and lock-picks. This mightn't have been exactly the big city dream she'd back in Stowecroft, but it was the one she had now.
[For the partner in crime.]
Putting the finishing touches on supper, she brought the plates over to the table, where various maps and blueprints were rolled out, held down at various corners with violin cases and lock-picks. This mightn't have been exactly the big city dream she'd back in Stowecroft, but it was the one she had now.
[For the partner in crime.]