"Do you think I could be a detective on my own, then?" asked Ira, adding sheepishly, "I don't really have any friends." He stared down at the parquet floor and wished he had kept the thought to himself.
"You won't end up being a detective anyway, Ira," Auden pointed out, "You'd have to be really smart to do that, and really observant. How can you be observant if you're looking down at the ground all the time?"
*****************
SOPHIE: BtN's resident whimsical insomniac fairytale-junkie!
*****************
“Hope is the thing with feathers"
-----Emily Dickinson
*****************
| Because this message is archived you cannot respond to it. |
Post a Message
Search
Help/Rules/FAQ
Board Home
Other Boards