And then somebody grabbed me from out of the dark. “Where is she?” a voice snarled in my ear, and I was wrenched off the street and into the shadows of the alleyway. Sweet lady of angels, is this day never going to end?
A) I can't believe that the Aunt let her walk home alone.
B) I notice that more and more authors, printers and publishers are playing with fonts to express emotion in text. All caps. Italics. Larger print. That sort of thing. I know that it's a thing coming from so much social media in our lives. It is just interesting to me to notice.
