Good Harbor

I like the way he danced. And then I like the way we danced together.

Mind your business" had been the motto of her childhood. But now that seemed like a failing in a friend.

And then what do I do?” Joyce asked, her voice suddenly pinched.

I need a bathroom. And there are way too many people around here for us to

with breast cancer.” Father Sherry’s hand was resting on the statue’s shoulder. “Theresa was

Could she be a friend to the writer of a bad book?