Marcella wanted to scream. Two years ago she would have. But she was twelve now. It wouldn’t do at all. So she didn’t. She knew it had been a dream. She was in the kitchen, about to open the pantry…
Marcella wanted to scream. Two years ago she would have. But she was twelve now. It wouldn’t do at all. So she didn’t. She knew it had been a dream. She was in the kitchen, about to open the pantry…