Chook’s phone went to nine rings before she answered in the gritty rancor of interrupted sleep. But her voice changed when she recognized mine. Trav! I phoned you last night. Who is that Mrs. Atkinson?
John D. MacDonald
Chook’s phone went to nine rings before she answered in the gritty rancor of interrupted sleep. But her voice changed when she recognized mine. Trav! I phoned you last night. Who is that Mrs. Atkinson?