The Groundings part two, thirty five years later....
Thirty Five Years Later… ‘No, you can’t go.’ There was no way I was going to let her go. ‘But Ma-um, it’s just a party!’ She was on the verge of wailing. I took a deep breath, keeping my cool the best I could. ‘When is this party?’ ‘Saturday night.’ She looked hopeful. ‘OK, Erika, you can go,’ I... Sign in to see full entry.