Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler
Godfrey laughed good naturedly…
“Of course, your story kept changing like a rainbow after a tornado. We really got to focus to grasp it entirely, us poor humans.”
As he stood by the window, looking at the piglets he seemed to be the only one capable of discerning, entered with a spring Paul Anna, the fashion journalist who had booked an appointment for a groundbreaking Liz’ interview.
Finnley shrugged loudly toward the door she closed, her throat dry from the black soot of her latest cleaning adventure.
The late arrived journalist of stylish and powerful people looked greedily at the room, not impressed in the slightest, wondering what sort of question she would ask that could be easily twisted into a scandalous piece of rumour mill fodder.