the eggplant was on the kitchen table, but the quinoa was in the undergrowth.
the red dog was terrified in the quiet afternoon.
youthful enthusiasm brought happiness to harold, but the dogs kept fighting.
the lettuce was gone, to harriet’s horrified regret.
as the clown devoured the sausage, many interesting things flashed through his mind.
wait for it, professor walker cautioned. yes or no? it is only animal behavior.
not on my watch, madame n———— asserted as she continued drying the powder. we need accuracy.
it is no exaggeration to say that doctor x is a fancy pants, but maybe i was mistaken.
they jumped for joy, back and forth, ordinary as they seemed.
harold was sad that the day was over.
he had not accomplished anything.
and he had still not heard from lucy.
could this be the end?
out in the distance, a cab pulled into the driveway of the old house.
a light went on in the attic.
how much?
two hundred and fifty dollars and forty-two cents.
here. keep the change.
thank you, sir.
the old house looked the same, at least in the darkness.
the cab backed down the driveway, and disappeared down the dirt road.
forsyth banged on the old oak door with the brass knocker.
the light went off in the attic.
forsyth waited.
i could use a drink, he mused.
so could we all, old fellow.
