I once brought home sleeves of same to be shared equally among the young ones (and myself). But how did Little Miss Marple find it this time? Varied chocolates of great succulent deliciousness. Cannot afford to wake the house when creeping mischief is afoot.īut a pause near unto the entryway - He is there…….this is an unexpected complication.Īnd what is that clutched in Penny’s thieving little hands?…….A clear plastic bag of assorted candies. She’s an untrustworthy little brat, as well.īoth creeping silently barefoot in their nightclothes, with aspect of padding feline feet. Morgan Penny’s cousin - the granddaughter who lives with us. Pennywise was sleeping over.Īnd who there by her side? Ah, ‘it’s her loyal and trusted Lieutenant. Rather one more attuned to darkness of soul and mind. Hark, what in the slightly lit darkness do I see? Is that movement that I do perceive? And is not Juliet, and she shines not with the radiance of the sun. I, with lights and boob tube off, contemplating matters of great import to a somewhat disheveled and questionable mind. Enough light by which to see to move without stubbing one’s toe and thereafter waking this who slumbered, with choice profanities uttered with gusto.
A soothing effect, and quite pleasant, as it lit the open-plan space of kitchen, living, and dining room. No light but that of the neighbor across the canal’s security light shining in muted strip-ed glory through the slats of the opened blinds. I was sitting, late at night, in the darkened darkness of our living room. There was a followup incident to this a short time later.
There’s never any doubt, despite strident protests of innocence, with fingers metaphorically crossed behind her back. Sugar is known to be quite lazy, and Pen had deduced correctly that it was the very last place in the house she would ever look. The imp is savvy - excellent battlefield tactician in the making. Their mother found the confiscated headphones a couple, three weeks later. The message sent, and clearly understood: “Better not rat me out to Mom, old man……there would be consequences.” The little Brat had just realized she’d been ignoring the Fifth all the way down the line, and without benefit of Tom’s council. Eyes narrowing to lend the proper Don Corleone impact of warning to her words: “You heard Nothing, Grampa.” Then a look of caution and incipient suspicion crossing those elfin features and wiping it away.
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