Can It Be Salvaged? by ChristineH

‘I am pleased to greet your acquaintance.’ The greeter’s stilted voice seemed out of place, coming from the pale pink fleshy lips. ‘That’ll do,’ said Gerry. ‘It’s close enough.’ Pam frowned and shook her head. She stepped back, out of range, then walked back into the zone. The greeter’s blank face sprang into an animated...