We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Chapter 10-2
His attempt at being friendly fizzled out as the shopkeeper stood, pale-faced, unimpressed. Richard squirmed and looked away from the man’s scowl. The man sighed heavily, took out a stub of a pencil from behind his ear, and wrote something on the top copy of the papers. Returning the pencil back to its home, he stood and waited, mouth partly open, tongue pressing against his teeth. There followed an awkward pause. As his dad appeared stumped for anything to say, Richard stepped up, declaring in a loud, confident voice, “We’re looking for Little Lowland.” Frowning, the shopkeeper gave him a withering glance. “Where?” “Little …” Richard looked away, scanning the shop. Small, packed to the rafters with all sorts of produce, the place was a ramshackle collection of everything that the villa
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
