And if You Think His Suit Isn’t Made in New Hampshire …

Arkenay stood in the doorway livid with rage, anger and insult boiling up inside a wellspring of indignation, disgust. It was too much, too far, too great to allow much less support. Never having felt this way it was all Arkenay could do to hold in check, to stand rather than hurl bodily into Chamais’ … Continue reading And if You Think His Suit Isn’t Made in New Hampshire …