My business and Verity are like salt and pepper, peanut butter and jelly, Batman and Robin, The Fonz and cool, rainbows and pots of gold, Santa and cookies, Pete and
Picture, too, the sudden shifting of the attention, the swiftly spreading coils and bellyings of that blackness advancing headlong, towering heavenward, turning the twilight to a palpable darkness, a strange. Picture, too, the sudden shifting of the attention, the swiftly spreading coils and bellyings of that blackness advancing headlong, towering heavenward, turning the twilight to a palpable darkness, a strange.