By: Gaither Stewart “You don’t have any idea what the real world is,” Juan Francisco said softly, looking up from his easel and scowling at her curled form in the narrow bed a few steps away. “You’re thirty years…
By: Gaither Stewart “You don’t have any idea what the real world is,” Juan Francisco said softly, looking up from his easel and scowling at her curled form in the narrow bed a few steps away. “You’re thirty years…