Quote by John F.D. Taff
““Betsy recoiled, feeling hot breath upon her face. Just then, she heard another sound, as if someone very old was hawking something up, spitting. She felt something warm spatter her face, slide thickly down her cheek. Hurriedly, she wiped her face on the folds of her nightgown, the stuff’s sticky heat fading to tacky cold.””
