Molly fumbled her key in the lock. She had heard the insistent tap, tap, tap of Charlie's owl from the alley below as she took the shortcut home and, well aware that Mistoffelees was not accustomed to waiting for anything, she'd taken her stiletto heeled shoes off and made a record break for her front door ( Read more... )

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The front door opened with a clatter and Molly swore at the hinges, which had always been a bit loose anyway, and which were now leaving the whole thing to batter in the wind. This time it might have been a good thing though, arms piled high with brown packages. Her truck was back though so that at least meant that Will had gotten back safely from ( Read more... )

People keep asking me how I feel. I’m not ill, dammit.

So, Will and me have had a couple of arguments.

Fair enough, there’s been some tears.

But George is coming soon and we won’t need to keep this up anymore.

I’m fine.

Okay.

Is it on?