On our way to Blue Bottle in the city, Megan and I nearly missed our stop. I made it through the doors but Megan was stuck with a side visit underwater to the East Bay. I found myself in an empty station with plenty of time to kill.
“The Middlesteins had me from the very first pages, but it wasn’t until its final pages …”
Sorting out knitting patterns.
So please people, relax and STOP THINKING.
Moonpie eats rats and gophers. She eats them in the hallway, after we are in bed. She chews with her mouth open. We can hear it from our rooms if we are awake. Dale’s text last night: “I think Moons is eating someone.”
But how is she able to leave this intact: