Chapter Seven – Thoughts
Woof sat on the pink velour flower patterned chair in Graces house, as the eyes from the array of photographs followed him around the room, normally he would laugh when Kermit said the house gave him the creeps, but today, Grace and Alan’s ancestors all seemed to be judging him, staring as if to say, ‘you are still thinking about that woman’ or ‘We know what you did in bed this morning, thinking about a sexy civil servant’ and it uncharacteristically was freaking him out, maybe Kermit had a point about this place. With a shudder Woof tried to find something to divert his attention from the judgemental look from Graces granny staring at him from the wall and picked up a newspaper from the pile stacked up beside the chair. Woof smiled, Grace was a little bit of
