Читать книгу ‘… and that’s when it fell off in my hand.’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 25

Libby’s bottom is bloody freezing. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’d been sitting in a bucket of frozen mackerel. Still, she has been round to Grandad’s, so anything could have happened; he is, after all, the man who set fire to himself with his own pipe.