No sausage?" he asked. Apparently my pork consumption habits were a matter of public record.
Maureen JohnsonThis wasn't a position she wanted to be in. And yet . . . yet she knew that she was going to do it anyway.
Maureen JohnsonIt was fine," I said stiffly. "We played Mouse Trap." "Is that what they're calling it these days?" she asked, throwing me a terrible grin. "I have to go give Rachel a quick bath. Feel free to make yourself some cocoa or whatever you like!" She stopped short of adding "...future child-bride of my only son.
Maureen Johnson