Yarbrough

I came to Mary's house in the morning through the front door.  The cherry board swung open to an empty room.  Walking curiously inside, I peeked around all corners to assure myself of my solitude.  Being quickly satisfied, I returned to the living room coffee table where I sat down occupying myself with the headliners on the freshly stocked morning tribune, (an activity I indulged in simply to stunt any temptation to plunder about the drawers and closets of the house).  After flipping through the dry yellowing pages for close to an hour I felt confident that neither Mary, nor her roommate would return till late in the day.  I became very bore