R.F. Hurteau

September 27th, 2019 I asked Renee where she would like to talk: โ€œStarbucks, really? Thatโ€™s the best you could come up with?โ€ We sit on the patio, the deep green umbrella already rolled down for the night like a giant morning glory curled up to await a new dawn. Some tune Iโ€™m not familiar with … Continue reading R.F. Hurteau