Mary was thirsty and leaned toward Beth to ask if she wanted anything from the snack vendor. Beth smiling said she could eat, popcorn would be great and Mary hustled out to the common area. The line-ups were longer than expected and she popped out her phone and perused a couple of sites until it was her turn.
Judge Morrison sat slumped in his comfortable old chair before the fire. It was the first time in his life he could honestly say he didn’t know which way a case would go. And this one mattered. His niece was charged with the attempted murder of her ex. He knew without a doubt she couldn’t wouldn’t have done such a thing. What’s more, when Michael woke, he’d say the same thing.
The duration of the trip would be tedious without Jemma he decided. She was, after all, the life of the party. She made everything funnier, friendlier, brighter. She was such a ham she could make broccoli funny and he hated broccoli.
Michael’s solicitude was touching. He obviously cared about his parents. He visited weekly, more when he could so he’d been excited at the opportunity of spending the following two weeks hiking with his parents.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words and it’s true, especially in this case; to be honest, in every single picture that Vance took. His photos were a painting and photograph in one.
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Hanna dropped her head in her hands. God! It was going to be one of those days! Eric was as eccentric as they came. It seemed that most “famous or infamous” depending on how you looked at it, were. The list of demands that had to be met before their arrival could be as long as it was varied. Eric’s was no exception. The interesting thing was that he didn’t appear eccentric.
They’d been sailing for several hours when a sudden calm struck. The waters were placid. It happened but it was annoying since they’d been looking forward to sailing the coastline for weeks and finally their schedules aligned, and they quickly took the opportunity provided. Not that it didn’t make for a beautiful scene, it was indeed idyllic.
Dawn re-read the letter a dozen times. It still didn’t make sense. She knew there was more than was being said but even reading between the lines didn’t help because there were a half dozen takes on what was possibly happening.
One word described Shadowhaven – zealous. Its citizens were passionate about life in general. As cliché as it might seem, there was a real kinship here, people looked out for one another, checking in regularly on shut-ins and the elderly assisting in times of trouble or sickness.
The plight of over 400 children lay in the palms of his hands and he was sweating the idea. He wasn’t a father, had no children as yet but he’d been raised by loving caring firm adaptable parents who meant everything to George. Their ideals lived on in him though they’d been gone these many years.
The Langford wasn’t just any school. It was THE school parents sent their precocious children to with the hopes that their little ‘darling’ would become the next Abe Lincoln, Maya Angelou, or Albert Einstein. Angela smiled, ‘anything was possible’.
Brandon’s feathers were truly ruffled. What the hell? Optimum, optimum??? His work was always optimum. He gave 150% on every contingency for every program he worked on. It was a given. His supervisor knew that and had chosen him for this promotion based on his excellence.