“Nothing unexpected,” Clara said.
“Really?” Evelyn asked. “Check your hat box.”
Clara got off her chair and caught Evelyn’s wolf whistle when she bent over to grab the box. The weight was about what she would expect out of a felt cloche hat.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Evelyn teased.
“A gal like you would be bored senseless up there,” Clara said. Heck, I was bored.
“How true,” Evelyn said.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.
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