It
was a good day to be indoors, cleaning out closets, making hot chocolate,
organizing a fresh start for winter. And
it was a good day to be outdoors, scuffing through the few remaining leaves,
feeling flushed from the cold air. It
was my favorite time of the year. And if
it wasn’t for the fact that people were dying left and right, and I couldn’t
find Uncle Fred, and someone wanted to kill me, and Ramirez wanted to send me
to Jesus – it would be a very good
day.
(from High Five by Janet Evanovich)
.
No comments:
Post a Comment