“Goodbye, ladies!" Loriann called as she locked the door to the soup kitchen behind her. They had an incredibly successful night and raised enough money to send the sixth grade on their field trip to the Smithsonian in the spring.
She pulled her sweater tighter around her frame, smaller than it used to be she noted. Her health wasn't ailing but she was feeling the inevitable tug towards her golden years. She turned the ignition of the old truck, waiting for it to heat up before she drove home.
She heard the howls and frowned. They were closer to town than they should be. She had heard rumors of what the Brochades had down at the parade. Tonight, was not the night for Lyall being an i***t. A weird sensation swept her body, every piece of her tingling.
Her heart began to race in antici
