Harlotsville Ch 02
Betty stood on her front porch, her fingertips chilly from handling wet laundry. She squinted, scanning the road expectantly. In addition to being somewhat overgrown, the road was also very steep, ascending sharply to hillier countryside, from her vantage point, she could see no farther than the white footbridge at its perceivable peak. She knew to watch that peak, for incoming visitors often first materialized there. And she anticipated this particular visitor with bated breath. A wiggling...