"You really are something else, Honey," he said, looking up at his best friend with a fondness in his eyes.
But Honey was preoccupied, staring at the sky and all of its glory. "Look," she whispered urgently, "the sky is smiling at you."
"You really are something else, Honey," he said, looking up at his best friend with a fondness in his eyes.
But Honey was preoccupied, staring at the sky and all of its glory. "Look," she whispered urgently, "the sky is smiling at you."