P1–Untitled–by Cecile C

CHAPTER ONE.1 “Get down,” Clare says. Seconds before, Gremlin ran into the den, jumped on the sofa, and curled up in her spot. “Not while we’re eating, you know that.” The dog slithers off the sofa, her tail a knowing jiggle. Tucked under Clare’s arm, a bottle of Merlot, and in her hands two placemats,...