Momo Jirou Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention. "Hi," he replied, his voice deep and gruff. "Tell us already, what happened at Bradley's?" urged a blonde man who’d taken a seat nearby. "Has anyone heard about Andrew James Jr.?" a tall, bold man interrupted. "John James's son? The one who went to England ten years ago?" the blonde guy asked, curiosity piqued. "Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?"

I don't know what Audrey is thinking! As I listened to Mom rant, an idea popped into my head. I took a breath, cleared my throat, and said with a smile, "Mom, do you know who Ms. Lawson's freeloading old loser is?" "Do you know who it is?" Mom responded, curious. I smiled. "Not only do I know him, but you've probably heard of him too. It's just that, since you've never met him, you don't recognize him." "Now I'm even more curious. Who is it? Tell me!"