Hard by the Tulips by Brigham Whitmore

While Harry and I had moved with our glasses of wine from the dinner table to the seating area, we could not as a definite fact make out what the women were up to. The screaming had gone on for a few moments, then came an awkward silence which proceeded to some more screaming of...

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