“Lying in a position of classic repose, Winnifred had never been more beautiful. Her silvery gold hair cascaded over the oaken door upon which she lay. A bright waterfall, it pooled on the deep green felt of the billiard table… — T.D. McKinney Copy Share Image
“You remarked once in a fit of pique you had made me famous. You were wrong, my dear. You have made me.” — T.D. McKinney Copy Share Image
“Lying in a position of classic repose, Winnifred had never been more beautiful. Her silvery gold hair cascaded over the oaken door upon which… — T.D. McKinney Copy Share Image
