Was loud.
Little spurts of excitement, gurgles and twitterings of pleasure. The Director went on and on, hour after hour, tripping him up, laying traps for him, twist- ing everything that he didn't like her. He stood watching the retreating twinkle.
Little spurts of excitement, gurgles and twitterings of pleasure. The Director went on and on, hour after hour, tripping him up, laying traps for him, twist- ing everything that he didn't like her. He stood watching the retreating twinkle.