decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
She smiled some and answered her father before turning to Henry. “He’s just asking what you do. I said writer.” She explained, holding onto his hand still. “He speaks English.. he does not like to speak English.” She told Henry quietly, hearing some of the boys planning out their gun shipments for the next week as well, this time in full English for no other purpose than clearly trying to scare Henry off a little.
He was snoring louder by that point and had spread eagled a little bit, stirring with her and pulled her in close to him before going back to a deep sleep til later in the morning and he wandered down to her making coffee.
He was snoring louder by that point and had spread eagled a little bit, stirring with her and pulled her in close to him before going back to a deep sleep til later in the morning and he wandered down to her making coffee.