“Ah, you’re the doctor.” He smiled and the whiteness of his teeth seemed impossible. “It’s so weird that you come to the house,” he continued, gathering up his plates. “I guess you make house calls if they’re castle calls, right?”
In the few short months Daisy had worked at Dunfeur Castle she noticed the quirks of nobility, the strangeness of a centuries-old castle, the barks of a few too many dogs wandering the grounds.
After a six-week hiatus, Baron and Sykes are finally back and have landed safely in Scotland. This is the 8th of 14 episodes of the first “season” of The Shape of Us.
I tend to have trouble with middles and I think this is common. Normally I am a “pants” writing, someone who discovers the story, the characters, the whole package, as they write.
“I thought you were a pretty silver dog,” she said. “Is there another dog here?”
Abernathy Primrose stood at the large marble sink scrubbing strawberry jelly off an antique vase. This wasn’t the natural home for preserves, he noted, but after the row that caused the sweet concoction to be hurled across a kitchen, he was pleased that the majority of it hit a smooth surface.