The large crate arrived early this afternoon, sooner than I’d expected.
The fellow who delivered it, a miserable looking individual, moaned like hell because of its weight. It didn’t make matters any better when I told him I couldn’t help due to this dodgy back of mine.
He grumbled incessantly as he slowly dragged the thing into the garage.
Once he’d gone, I prized off the wooden lid and looked inside.
My heart missed a beat.
Her limbs and torso were exactly as I’d packed them but, to my horror, her head was missing.
Where on earth could it be?