Hmmm...
A broken window...glass on bestrewn clothes... a knife in a shoe box... warm clean garments... and a turd in the water closet....
*places monocle in eye, walks to open french windows, slaps leather gloves in hand, and breathes deeply of the moist evening air*
A broken window...glass on bestrewn clothes... a knife in a shoe box... warm clean garments... and a turd in the water closet....
*places monocle in eye, walks to open french windows, slaps leather gloves in hand, and breathes deeply of the moist evening air*
(For values of society that = my waistline, given that her murder mysteries always have great recipes, which we try and devour ... )