He went into the bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, took a long drink from the cold glass in his hand, and then put it on the nightstand.
"Anything You Can Do ..."
Gordon Randall Garrett
He drained his glass, put it on the nightstand, and closed his eyes to think.
"Anything You Can Do ..."
Gordon Randall Garrett
Stanton walked over to the nightstand by the bed, took another cigarette from the pack, lit it, and looked at the smoke curling up from the tip.
"Anything You Can Do ..."
Gordon Randall Garrett