I fully understood the consequences of running away. But who was I to blame? It was already too late. I was on my own now. I had to take care of myself now.
Since the time MacArthur bought those glasses, and started looking in the mirror outside her shop, she had started becoming happy. Now, she started waiting for his arrival.
Heck of a busy day, jolly me. I glance for the umpteenth time at my well attired chick appearance thru’ the Belgium glass mirror, set the hair curl proper,