Two Tactless Uncles Thinking to the Beat

Two Tactless Uncles Thinking to the Beat A Short Story by Mr Pseudonym Doris Smith had always loved dull Madrid with its enchanting, expensive estuaries. It was a place where she felt delighted. She was a funny, spiteful, squash drinker with sticky feet and vast fingers. Her friends saw her as an annoyed, amused angel. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a busy baby. That's the sort of woman he was.