Meaghan’s Blog

The stove . . . is . . . broken! It's sort of chilly in the house, but outside it's minus seventeen degrees, and Dad said at seven o'clock it was minus thirty-three - ouch.

In other news, I now have more of my story on this computer and I'm going to post it next after I give it some corrections with the wording. Now I have to think up a password . . . something said in the last chapter . . . aha! Here's a clue: what did Luke order at the cafe? This one is easy!

Let me know if there's any gaping holes in the story, or if there's something I didn't explain . . .