He just stared at her, mouth agape. This had to be a joke: it just had to be. There was no way…Sure, Belle had always had a dark side. She did a good job of masking it. But he had seen it. There was a low level of rage just simmering at the surface. He had definitely see her flip out occasionally in a fit of road rage or at bad customer service. She always rushed to compose herself after and apolo...
Slow and steady. Steady and slow. Thats the way to go.
I hear those words in my head like a mantra as I delicately tiptoe my way across the slick rocks. I think those words were from the childhood book, “The Little Engine That Could.” I try to picture the book on my childhood bookshelf. Was it next to the Berenstain Bears? Or Eloise? I can almost picture the binding…green? Not that any of this m...