Buttercup
BUTTERCUP A more experienced man would have seen right away that she was trouble. But as I trudged up the grey, stone steps with my books, and as the morning sun caught that mane of golden hair above me, I thought she was a goddess. She was certainly very different from Sannie Bezuidenhout back in Tweebuffels. For a start, as I was to discover, she smelled different. Tweebuffels is pig […]
