I Always Loved The Black Cat 

Liz Shaffer  I tip-toed up the wide staircase to my bedroom across from Aunt Freddie’s, the dark wood creaking under my calloused feet. Aunt Freddie and I had sleepovers every week. We would start with a game of pirates or fairies outside, eat dinner, have a nice bubble bath, and end with a story beforeContinue reading “I Always Loved The Black Cat “