’ ‘I can’t believe this,’ she said, eyes shining. ‘If a guy has to write, he has to write about something so I’ve chosen the sub-genre, ro...antic action adventure.’ ‘But that’s what I…’ She caught herself and reached for the wineglass but went at it too quickly, red wine spilled down the front of her white dress. ‘Oh feek,’ she said in a strong Irish accent. Others at our table looked shocked and Flanna sat open-mouthed in dismay. ‘Oh, I’m extremely sorry I bumped you Flanna. How clumsy of me.. Where I should be, Rose thought, and I would be if I could run, which I can't seem to do.I'm sleepy now, Dear Diary, so I'll continue it tomorrow. 'Nighty-night.July 17th Dear Diary: Sorry about yesterday, but Pa and I had to go into Smithsville on some errands. We stayed over at Aunt Bessie's place.Now, where was I, Dear Diary? Oh, yes, in the woods with the big talking hand."The price, my dear girl, for spying on me. You're not going to deny you were spying now, are you?" Rose almost bobbed. While their lace hems were pretty and her exposed golden skin lovely, she looked, as a maiden aunt relative liked to say, “sent for and couldn’t go.”Hoping against hope, she sat and wiggled, hoping that the lengths somehow would reconcile. Her movements were delightful to watch but didn’t solve the problem. the lacy stocking top simply wasn’t going to disappear under a skirt that short. Looking for alternatives, she reached into her purse, taking out some pantyhose. They weren’t packaged,. Do you want a Coke or something?" she asked, turning toward the refrigerator."Sure," I said."The family room's through that door over there," she said, pointing toward the far door. "Make yourself at home, and I'll be right there."I went into the family room and flopped down on the couch. I was staring at the blank television screen, my mind switched off, when she came in carrying two sodas. She put the drinks on the coffee table in front of us, and then knelt down on the couch next to me. She.