Sequestered in the kitchen of her palatial estate, Molly stood at the stove, stirring a burbling pot of rich, savory chili. Her best friend, Agnes, sat on a stool at the counter, reading a magazine. “Haw, haw, haw!” bellowed Agnes, slapping her thighs with unbridled mirth. “That Llib Epot, he’s a card, I tell you, … Continuar leyendo “A Funny Thing” by Bill Tope