“Con, you don’t need to give me presents.” I had to stop and take a deep breath because this situation was out of control, and I couldn’t just stand here in my flannelette bottoms and pretend my life was fine. “Come on,” I said, taking the flowers from him. “In you come.” I sounded like my granny, and not in a good way. Next, I’d be calling him poppet and force-feeding him stale sweets from the eighteenth century. ― Sophia Soames, White Noise This wasn’t […]
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
White Noise (The Rourke Stories) by Sophia Soames
