Michael Malone - Weebly

all about this.
I'll be here at five, and no buts, you're going to eat
spaghetti with us."
As Mrs. MacDermott clopped in her white plastic
sandals to the post office doors, William Bredforet
opened them. The two started to pass, then glared at
each other. Finally Bredforet nodded. "Yes," he said
slowly. "At Pru's Tea Shoppe. You hit me with a tray."
Sarah puffed air up to her bangs. "And if I was
standing up before my Maker and you tried any more
funny business with me, you horny little sa-tire, and I
had a tray in my hand, I'd hit you again!" She put on her
sunglasses and swung open the door. "And every angel
watching would let out a cheer."
Bredforet's face crinkled, his moustache curved up,
and he laughed out loud. He was still chuckling when he
reached the counter. "Hello there. A money order, is
that something you still do here?"
"Yes, certainly. Just a moment."
William Bredforet kept staring at Judith until their
eyes met; something in the other's face held for each of
them a puzzling significance. It was something their eyes