Quotes by : R.G. Manse

Rosy lifted her arm, tried to say something, then pointed at the cafe, held her head, covered her mouth....

Rosy’s mummy hands Franny a clear plastic bag full of reject biscuits, then Rosy holds her cheek out....

Rosy ferried the drinks back to the table, slid the Guinness his way. “You said you have a show. Is....

Rosy waited as long as she dared then sat forward and let her eye rove Franny’s lounge, up and down....

Franny?” Rosy held up the four little Franks. “Could I keep one of these?”Franny looked at her....