Too fat, Cossette decided resolutely as she gazed at a chubby blonde boy, no older than six years, standing next to his mother across the street from herself. He looks like he's positively wider than he is tall.
        
Having lost interest with the pudgy youth, she permitted her attention to roam once again. She reclined in her chair as she looked about, wavy golden hair tumbling loosely about her shoulde

STORY 9



Franck wondered why they had not been up in the attic before. It was a treasure trove of antiquities. Nothing here seemed to have any great monetary value, but he could almost sense the misty weight of family history, of unspoken, dead memories hanging in the faintly dusty air. Through the attic window, the bright light of a glorious summer's day helped dispell some of the eeriness of the past, and reminded him that this was very much the present, the time of the living. The ambig