You have got to be kidding me.
You have got to be kidding me.Kathleen Horner looked up at the two-story house in front of her, set right at the intersection of King Street and Triller, a small residential side street. On the porch roof, two wire reindeer appeared to be copulating, Hawaiian shirts pulled over the warped white frames. The lawn was nice and trimmed, the rose bushes around the edges of the building just beginning to bloom. A few brown patches showed foot traffic outside the lines—not surprising, given the clientele. The stone path led up to a small porch where a giant meeple, the generic human-like figure wearing a pirate hat, stood by the front door.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.She had been to Rome, Syria, Nigeria... now she was in Toront
