“Grandma, is that you?” I asked.
“Yes dear. It's me, your grandma. Open the door,” the outsider said.
“I won't,” I said. “Because I don't have a grandma.”
I heard an angry voice of the wolf, then I heard it going back to the forest.
It has been a few days. I didn’t go to the garden yet. I sat in a chair with my laptop in front. Robert was discussing with Crow. They looke...
No comments:
Post a Comment