Jag, My Doggie…Part VIII
I took my key, went to the car, told Jag to wait, and inspected the room. Resplendent in creamy arborite, a green chenille bedspread, a naugahyde-covered headboard emblazoned with gold stars and free-form lamps on the night tables – the only touch missing to complete the picture of a bygone era were... Sign in to see full entry.