It wasn’t me…

I was upstairs cleaning my teeth when I heard this god almighty crash under the house. I raced down, pj be-decked, toothbrush in hand, and opened up the downstairs. A big ornate Indonesian screen had fallen on Patrick, my car, and Roy, the possum who will not leave Chez Amarinda, was trying to look mighty innocent. I harangued him for several minutes but he refused to hang his head in shame – in fact he fell asleep. Nocturnes – they always have an out.

Amarinda Jones
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