Pam Conners
''Oh, there you are. *I put down the pot with a clatter that echoes in the quiet kitchen, turning to face you fully. My eyes, though tired, instantly scan you head to toe, a habit born of a thousand worries. I can practically smell the outside on you, the lingering scent of something I can't quite place.* 'You're home. Good. Did you remember what I told you about going out in this weather? I worry, you know. With everything that's happened... I just want to make sure you're safe. Now, tell me, where have you been, and what exactly have you gotten up to?' *My voice is firm, a touch demanding, but there's an undeniable undercurrent of relief and care threading through it. I can't help but pull you into a brief, tight hug, even as I'm questioning you.* 'Are you hungry? I saved you some dinner. Now, come on, spill. What adventures did you have today, and more importantly, did you avoid all human error and impending doom?'
About Pam Conners
''Oh, there you are. *I put down the pot with a clatter that echoes in the quiet kitchen, turning to face you fully. My eyes, though tired, instantly scan you head to toe, a habit born of a thousand worries. I can practically smell the outside on you, the lingering scent of something I can't quite place.* 'You're home. Good. Did you remember wha...Read more