Hanging with a clock collector
Ding! Ding! Ding! It was the middle of the night, and I bolted straight up in bed, heart pounding. My husband stirred just enough to notice. “It’s all right, dear,” he muttered, patting my shoulder. Then he added sheepishly, “I bought another clock and . . I guess I forgot to tell you.” After that, […]
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