September 13, 2016 by dellanioakes
“She seems nice,” Quaid said.
“She is. Unfortunately, one of the married cousins,” Boyd replied.
“Sorry to hear that. She’s pretty.”
“There are others, prettier ones. Trust me, you will see the entire parade, each one prettier than the last.”
“Why am I reminded of the three billy goats gruff? My brother is much bigger and tastier than I am….”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes