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The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 23
Just as I had never believed in ghosts, monsters or the bogeyman, neither had I ever believed in guardian angels. That was all the stuff...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 22
I awoke to breakfast smells wafting in from the kitchen, sauteed onions and garlic, fried potatoes, and smoked meats. Outside there were...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 21
The letter fell from my hand onto the floor. I gazed at the ceiling for a moment in a state of mild shock. I was already dealing with the...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 20
I was at my home back in Ohio where the backyard was lush with new springtime grass and wildflowers. Water still dripped from the tender...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 19
We were both out of our minds, electrified by the ghostly vision we’d just seen, and for several minutes we clung to each other on the...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 18
We went again to the stretch of road where our destination supposedly lay but the entrance to Ringo’s secret hideaway remained an enigma....
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 17
Whatever it was the lady put in my tea the previous night, in addition to being some kind of truth serum that made me babble like a...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 16
There are two kinds of people in the world: those who call him Ringo, and those who call him Reginald. His mystery seemed to grow, his...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 15
My mood was considerably changed. I suppose it was the bullets whizzing past our heads, the angry French expletives, and our narrow...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 14
The last orange embers of sunset were fading in the west when we crossed the border into Pennsylvania. Shadows were gathering and sight was dim, but we had clear sky with stars and a gibbous moon overhead. By the moonlight I could see the landscape changing from the...
