Leaving her shoes up and down, she was walking. Because She did not have time to fit them together. Her white and gray scarf was hanging on an armchair and her pyjamas were laid on bed in the next room. In a lumpy newspaper under the rug was a bunch of bank-notes which saved for her son to rent an apartment. Time was 11 and I was waiting for her coming back.......
I will continue this story tomorrow.
Last edited by Ever Student; 29-Nov-2009 at 05:17.
Thanks for editing Chester.
I checked pyjamas as I wrote; it was correct though.
No, I thought it was french. interesting!