Sun, 7 December 2008 "Before Uncle Bose could protest that he knew exactly how many children he had, the door to the dining room swung open with a creak and his sons and daughters filed in silently and took their seats, leaving an empty place at the far end of the table. Uncle Bose bowed his head to bless the food, but the sound of someone laughing cut him off. He looked up and saw a boy of about eight years old sitting at the extra place...." Comments[0] |
