Over the river and through the woods
He had packed a few things in his bag – plain shirts, spare trousers, his new ledger – the old one gone forever – and a copy of The Auction House and You. He thought it was time to work on the revision.
Bjorke knocked on the doorjam and peeked her head in the open door. “Ready?” She held out a skin to him. “Give this to her, will you? My lastest batch. Pretty damn close to the original, I think.”
Truitt looked at her, frowning. “Odd thing to take to my hostess.”
She merely grinned at him. “The girl does love her stout. Trust me.” Read the rest of this entry »
