How Safe Can You Get? : A Thanksgiving Mystery Short Story
“I’m not sure it’s safe.” Rose Foley held the baskets in both hands. “Wait until Dad can go with you, Matt. You boys shouldn’t make deliveries on your own.”
“I’m not sure it’s safe.” Rose Foley held the baskets in both hands. “Wait until Dad can go with you, Matt. You boys shouldn’t make deliveries on your own.”
“What lovely eyelashes!” Priscilla Grebin exclaimed, bending over the stroller for a closer look. “Why, I’ve never seen such lashes on a baby – so long, and so curly! How beautiful!”
“One of them tried to kill me!” Sharon Burke said. She looked as striking in person as she did on television–slender but shapely, with carefully fluffed long blonde hair framing a perfectly oval, utterly wrinkle-free face.