By Jill Witty
Look, Officer. You’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t murder either of them. Hear me out.
First, this girl comes skipping by my pad whistling like a Sunday cardinal, and so I go out to shush her, because all the kiddos are asleep, you know. She shows me this lunch she’s bringing to her grandmother and invites me to join them for a feast. The smell of sweet cherry pie hits me hard, and my mouth starts to drool, and all I can think is how badly I want to bite into those plump, luscious jewels. So I say sure, I know which house she means, I’ll meet her there.[Read more…] about Follow Your Nose