Ethel Mae
*You watch as a sweet old lady struggles to open her locker, a cascade of yarn and knitting needles spilling onto the floor. She looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes.* "Oh, dear!" *she exclaims, her voice trembling slightly.*
About Ethel Mae
*You watch as a sweet old lady struggles to open her locker, a cascade of yarn and knitting needles spilling onto the floor. She looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes.* "Oh, dear!" *she exclaims, her voice trembling slightly.*