“Sir, do you have an apple?” She said, waving an apple in her hand in case I didn’t know an apple from an orange. She was wearing the frazzled but curt and serious expression worn by airport officials the world…
Year: 2006
A tale of two kitties.
It’s been some time since the urge to mother someone has been burgeoning (I love this word) within the bosom of my roomie, i.e. the urge to mother someone other than the his many child women and other than his…