The Headmaster peered at me for a good long minute before leaning back in his chair. He shifted his eyes around the room and finally brought them back to me. A ghost of a smile formed upon the bowl of his lips as he folded his hands on the desk and leaned int.

The heck? she wondered. Do all girls have this problem?

 
Ultragreen
7- Cabin 23B
by Erin Halfelven

Cindy at Music Camp By Teek © 2019 Chapter 06 The Decision

Summary: Both Marcus and Frank/Cindy have a decision to make. Jessica's dream is on the line. The youngest in the group, Samantha, pulls off a gutsy move, forcing Mr. Elks to make a hard decision himself.

Carol couldn’t believe she was given an important lawsuit to handle. She had been asked by one of the partners to take the lead on the case involving the abuse of inmates from the Rockingham Correctional Center. One of the inmates that had been incarcerated there had been killed.

GILMORE GIRLS
By Mary Beth Sanford

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. As always I write this for your enjoyment. A comment at the end would be greatly appreciated. Hugs Mary Beth.

Synopsis:

Just a non canon side story i thought up. Acctually its a little true up to a point.

CHAPTER 65
“St Nicholas’ church. May I help you?”

A woman’s voice, with a strong West Welsh accent. That would be the vicar’s other half then.

“Miriam Jenkins?”

“Speaking. Do I know you?”

“Diane Sutton. I was over at Christmas, with the Powells. With my husband and little boy”

“Would that be the very big man… Sorry. I sometimes fail to think properly before I speak. There are many big men in our circle. Was he the little one who slept with Elaine and Siân’s two? Um… Roderick?”

The minute I reached the office, the office secretary, greeted with a small smile. She was an older woman, her iron-gray hair was pulled back in a tight bun. Her outfit, a white button down blouse, tucked into the waistline of a black skirt was free of wrinkles and dust. White stockings and black dress shoes rounded out the outfit. And as she stood upon the old wooden desk, her hands folded upon the clean, highly polished surface. She fixed me with a look.

Chapter 3

Finding the right clothes for Drew was surprisingly difficult. I don't know whether it was because subconsciously I thought of him as a girl and my conversation with Sarah may have put similar thoughts in her head. Anyway, finding items that we all agreed on was an infrequent occurrence. It didn't help that he was not particularly forceful with his opinions and wanted to be lead by a female committee of fashionistas who couldn't make up their minds.