“What difference? You’re a grown man on a children’s ride!”
“Don’t help,” he grunted, sawing through the packing tape with a steak knife.
Laura leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed. “I wasn’t planning to.”
“What difference? You’re a grown man on a children’s ride!”
“Don’t help,” he grunted, sawing through the packing tape with a steak knife. husband on monkey rocker
Laura leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed. “I wasn’t planning to.” “What difference