“What time is it?” Norah asked Ethan. “Eleven,” he answered. It’s late, Norah thought. “I’m going to go, I think,” he said. “Yeah, me too,” Norah said. “Would it be rude of me to ask you to walk me home?” “Not at all,” Ethan replied. “I’ll get my purse.” Norah walked around the corner to […]Read more "The Walk Home"
Carol held her hand up to her chin and looked at Norah sternly. Her arms were crossed against her chest, her legs equally clamped as her little round body became sharp with disdain. “Yeah, you’re going to have to tell me less.” Norah slumped, turned to her wine and took a sip, attempting to hide […]Read more "Carol & Ethan"