Mummie s Hair
Mummie's Hair Robertson Russell spoke harshly in the phone. "Damn it, Giles, I want theTunstall contract on my desk ASAP!" There was a frightened murmur of assenton the other end of the phone, and then a question. "No, I won't be there.I'm staying home to look after my mother. I expect you to be able to handlethis contract. Thanks. Goodbye." Hanging up on his menial, Robertson Russellwent to change out of his Armani suit before bringing his mother her tea. Bobbie knocked on his beloved Mummie's...