Every piece has its own story . . . that's why it's called Jewelry Tales.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
She grabbed her iPod and was out the door before anyone saw her. She sent a quick text from the front porch, before going out of range, to let Jaime know she was on her way. There were lots of open wireless networks between here and there, but she figured she might as well take advantage of her home 'net.
Earphones in place, she swung her bag over her shoulder and was gone.