Chapter 63 "Some Things Last A Long Time"
John Potter Krickett's alarm went off, and he opened his eyes slowly. Groggily. He groaned, rolled over and turned it off before continuing to lay in bed for a bit longer. Not too long though, he had...
John Potter Krickett's alarm went off, and he opened his eyes slowly. Groggily. He groaned, rolled over and turned it off before continuing to lay in bed for a bit longer. Not too long though, he had...
The church was beautiful. All the efforts John and Jenn had put into it had paid off. Walking inside, John helping him along, Boris was impressed. He'd been inside a few churches in his life, but never...
"Well, look at you," John said as he saw Boris exit the hallway in a tuxedo; John continued, "who knew you clean up so well?" "Nobody ever bothered to ask," Boris said, shrugging, "where's the girls?"...
"It could be adjacent to a botanical garden and I wouldn't give a cats fart," Boris said sternly, "I'm dead, what's the view mean to me?" This hadn't been the enjoyable afternoon Father Krickett had...
Whittle rolled onto her side and stretched. She felt her leg leave the safety of the blanket and her skin touched the cool morning air of the bedroom. She opened one eye, and smiled, seeing Jenn laying...
"Boris was a good man," Burt said, "he was honest. He was kind. But he wasn't always that way. He had to work hard to become that way and, I think, the fact that he did that at the age he was proves that...