Postcards From The Run

Will He Remember The Bacon?
I want bacon”, bellowed from his teenage voice. As I started cooking for the king, a melancholy feeling washed over my balding, slightly graying head. As the wave passed from...
Will He Remember The Bacon?
I want bacon”, bellowed from his teenage voice. As I started cooking for the king, a melancholy feeling washed over my balding, slightly graying head. As the wave passed from...