If not hatred, put in her brother-in-law as the path broadened so that they could walk all abreast, what of love?Out of the corner of her eye, Mary saw her sister and brother-in-law exchange a sickeni...
When I was in Ireland, Letty blurted out, Vaughn was there, too.A hanging offense, to be sure, Mary drawled, in her very best imitation of Vaughn.The furrows in Letty's brow dug a little deeper, but s...
Of course, they don't like him! Liking is for ninny-hammers. Real men elicit rancor. Pausing for a moment of deep consideration, she added, Loathing, even. But never liking. Hatred, perhaps? suggested...