Karen Witemeyer Quote
Ye comin’? Ben shook his head. Nope. I’m just the driver. Ms. Adams owns the shop. She makes all the buyin’ decisions. McPhearson nodded. Seems my woman’s determined to make a few buyin’ decisions of her own. He shrugged. I’ll have to keep an eye on her. If Hazel has her way, she’ll probably trade away me favorite chair. Finally got the thing fittin’ me backside just the way I like it. Colin McPhearson, his wife scolded from the porch, where she and Tori had paused to eavesdrop on the men’s conversation. No one in their right mind would take that lumpy, broken-down thing. There’s a better chance of me breaking that old chair up for kindling than there is of a sensible woman like Mrs. Adams taking it in trade. Don’t be criticizing me chair, woman, McPhearson blustered, raising his voice but putting no real heat behind the words as he stomped the rest of the way across the yard. Ben
Ye comin’? Ben shook his head. Nope. I’m just the driver. Ms. Adams owns the shop. She makes all the buyin’ decisions. McPhearson nodded. Seems my woman’s determined to make a few buyin’ decisions of her own. He shrugged. I’ll have to keep an eye on her. If Hazel has her way, she’ll probably trade away me favorite chair. Finally got the thing fittin’ me backside just the way I like it. Colin McPhearson, his wife scolded from the porch, where she and Tori had paused to eavesdrop on the men’s conversation. No one in their right mind would take that lumpy, broken-down thing. There’s a better chance of me breaking that old chair up for kindling than there is of a sensible woman like Mrs. Adams taking it in trade. Don’t be criticizing me chair, woman, McPhearson blustered, raising his voice but putting no real heat behind the words as he stomped the rest of the way across the yard. Ben