“I Would Walk on Broken Glass For You, Darlin’”
September 26th, 2006
Mrs. Paulsor, a red-haired lady, walked in to the living room.
“Darling!” she shouted, with a strong New York accent. “Darling, now let me see you.” Mrs. Paulsor put her bony hands with inch-long fingernails on little Derrick’s forehead. “Oh, darling, you got the flu.”
“But, but Mrs. Paulsor, I…I feel, I feel fine!” replied Derrick, nervously. […]