Margo Hanson Novels & Stories

"All right, that's fine." It's almost lunchtime, and I'm starting to get hungry. The squad is going out to eat. Before we could get out of our seats, a familiar face walked in. She's dressed in a red mini-dress for the occasion. Like, really, really short. We took a look to see who it was, and guess who it was? Margo. We were all looking at her with wide eyes. She certainly knew how to make a grand entrance. "Margo, you are not permitted to enter." Carla shared her thoughts.