Storybook-Club

There were six roommates who all lived in an immense two-story house that sprawled across a hilltop like a drunken elephant. It was a house whose many windows were mostly obscured by the unpruned tangle of willow trees, rose, and lilac bushes that made up the garden. This jungle kept the house protected from the bitter winds that often blew in from the sea during the winter. However, it did not prevent the house's hand-hewn, cedar shingles from gradually fading from red to a sort of overcast gray. The sort of color that was common in the coastal skies. It was on one of those gray days when the sun had not been seen for a week and everyone stayed inside, getting on each other’s nerves. They were all in the kitchen, helping with making an apple pie and they were not having the least bit of success of getting the ingredients in order. Someone was either late in getting the basic ingredient of apple pie skinned and sliced, or someone was spilling flour on someone's