Volume 1, No. 1

Pennington's Dance / Russell... 19

"Nana. It's him. Mr. Pennington." Said Carly giggling.
"Now stop that girl. That man is just come here, but it certainly isn't to court me. He knows better than that. I've given him no cause to think I would court him. Sure his wife's barely cold in her grave. The stupid eejit."
"Well we've got to answer the door Nan. He knows we're here." Said Carly.
"And how would he know we are here?" asked Nora. "We could be gone out for all he knows."
"Nana you know he watches you. He can see your front door from his shop window down the street. You know he watches you to see where you go and when you come back. Back in Boston we'd call him a spectator stalker. Doesn't follow you, just keeps track of you. AH HAHAHA." Said Carly in a phantomlike voice.
"Oh go on and be quiet you. Stop that messing about and go and answer the door and tell him I'm busy." Said Nora now taking off her apron and putting her hands to her hair.