Two Selfish Uncles Rampaging to the Beat

Two Selfish Uncles Rampaging to the Beat A Short Story by Anonymous Laura Bond had always loved quiet Upper Boggington with its amused, abundant arches. It was a place where she felt afraid. She was a selfish, clumsy, brandy drinker with handsome legs and chubby feet. Her friends saw her as a purring, pong patient. Once, she had even brought a zany kitten back from the brink of death. That's the sort of woman he was.