“I can see why it’s gonna be their last one,” a nose-ringed young girl at the Estee Lauder counter is chattering. Mrs. Mary Anne MacLeod Trump shudders inwardly, her chin a vice-grip of disdain, and allows a pair of hands to drape her fur over…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
“I can see why it’s gonna be their last one,” a nose-ringed young girl at the Estee Lauder counter is chattering. Mrs. Mary Anne MacLeod Trump shudders inwardly, her chin a vice-grip of disdain, and allows a pair of hands to drape her fur over…