huffer

“Taxi,” I yelled, “taxi,” racing across the street and grazing the bumper of a delivery van that veered and stopped short, the driver cursing me with proletarian gusto. I reached the door about half an arm’s length ahead of a grey-haired…

“I don’t want paperback.” / Of course she didn’t. “Well, you can borrow an electronic version. The library—” / “Eh, that’s not reading.” She huffed again. She was a major huffer. “Kids today, reading on their phones. That’s not real read…

Moving back out into the other room, I opened the other door, looking forward to seeing what Seamus’s room was going to be like. Unfortunately, that door opened up into a huge dressing room and nothing else. My heartbeat sped up and I tu…