The secret diary of ... Judith Collins

The Secret Diary of .. Judith Collins

MONDAY I was knitting on the rocking chair when Luxon knocked on the door of my attic.   “What do you want,” I called out. “You asked to see me.” “Hmmph.” He came in and leaned against the windowsill. “Don’t do that,” I said. “You’re blocking the light.” He stood in the middle of the room. “Your text said it was important,” he said. He folded his arms and stood with his feet wide apart, but his mouth twitched. “I have decided,” I said, “to quit …

The secret diary of ... Judith Collins

By Steve Braunias Monday I was knitting on the rocking chair when Luxon knocked on the door of my attic. "What do you want," I called out. "You...