Pride and Poetry
“You mean the money that Simmons has apparently come into since leaving the police force, or the fact that Edwards had been waiting outside the bank for Simmons for more than an hour?” I replied, my eyes following them as far as I could before the falling snow and the shadows of the cityscape obscured them.
Yes, yes I am.
Sometimes you write something that makes you very pleased. For some reason, this is a very pretty piece of writing to me, so I thought I’d share it. It’s from Casebook 9.