Eliza drew the curtains to clean the window when she sighted a bicycle parked in front of the gate. “Darn it! The newspaper boy left his bicycle in front of our house again!” She snapped and marched ahead to open the door when Marine exclaimed “Oh there you are! I was planning to take you along to buy some clothes, I’ll be needing many things on this long trip.”
“Shopping! I can’t wait to get started, but before that let me get rid of that bicycle in front of our gate,” Eliza said and opened the door. “No matter how many warning I give him, he ends up parking it right there,” she added and clutched her skirt to descend the steps.
“That’s mine, Eliza!” Marine corrected her and laughed.
“Oh okay,” Eliza stepped back and prepared to close the door when it suddenly dawned on her. “Wait what
