Shopping should be immensely pleasant.One of my minor vices has always been my inability to stick closely to any pre-conceived plan. I intended to wal... the main streets first to see what was on offer but got thrown off the track immediately when I spotted the sign of an antiquarian bookseller in a side road. My second vice is major however. I have never been able to resist a bookstore, never mind an antiquarian one."Good day, sir, may I be of help or would you rather browse. I consulted with Rhonda when I saw the necklace and she agreed. It was really pricey, but it would be worth it. Monday would be Rose's golden birthday.It was Monday the twenty-first of December and darling Rose was twenty-one years old. We got the day started right. I slipped downstairs quietly and prepared fresh bread and breakfast. Rose loved the fried dough, so I made up a batch and figured most everyone would want some. I'd also prepared a batch of Mom and Anna's baked apple French toast. Instead of bringing father and son closer, her death only drove them father apart. Even though Bianca and Adam had been together for almost three and a half years, she could barely remember ever seeing Mr. Masterson. But, little did she know, he had certainly noticed her. "What are you smiling about!?" Bianca asked, beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol--she rarely drank and had virtually no tolerance. "Well..." Madison began, "Adam seriously hates his father. If you make out with his. But tonight is different, it seems we caught one of those days that left us both worse for wear and our patience is spread pretty thin. It’s a Friday night that is still young because we left the house party at Kate’s way ahead of everyone else, we just couldn’t bring ourselves to enjoy it. Instead we find ourselves on the couch, snuggled against each other as much as the pillows and for some reason hands and fingers aren’t exactly where they belong. Below the blanket for starters, a little too.