Wrong Address
Frances put down the book she was reading with a little sigh. “Reading ‘The Terror at Dawson’s Creek’ won’t get you your degree, will it?” her mother scolded. “Now, come on, get your proper books and don’t be wasting any more time on silly fiction. You know I’ve promised to baby-sit for your Auntie Margaret - and don’t be all night on the phone whilst I’m out. My phone bill will be as long as your arm if you spent any more time on it talking to that Deirdre or whatever her name is. I’ll be back tomorrow morning about eleven, so be sure to have some of that essay done before then.” ...