When Prunella walked into the living-room, Marcelus was in there, sitting in his favorite chair by the fireplace. He scowled at her. “Where have you been?” he demanded. “I’m sorry I’m late.” “You didn’t answer my question.” “I was at the library.” “Dressed like that?” “No. I was wearing my denim jacket.” “What were you… Read More The Marcelus Inquisition