BUY A HOUSE IN SPAIN, YOU DUNNO WHAT YOU'LL ENCOUNTER PART THREE
June was first out of bed the next morning, and yawning and stretching, she staggered into the kitchen in her short cotton nightdress, looking as if she’d been blown up. And not with nice clean dynamite, either: no, it looked as if really poor quality black powder had done the job, and she began to make coffee. Then, as her bleary eyes focused on the terrace, she first went rigid with shock and anger, and her face flushed a hectic red. Her blue eyes blazing, she strode back into the bedroom, and... Sign in to see full entry.