Jim Meredith

25%
Flag icon
Mostly, he was on his way out the door, patting his pockets and turning back for something left behind. He liked to walk out when the weather was good. He paused on the threshold to squint up at the sky, and he plucked a stolen buttonhole on his way to the bus stop, to drive the neighbours mad.
The Wren, the Wren
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview