Carries Playhouse Access
“I have to go,” she whispered. Her voice was very small.
The willow leaves rustled. An owl called somewhere in the distance. carries playhouse
Carrie didn’t answer. She slipped off her chair, walked across the grass, and climbed into the playhouse. She sat on the velvet cushion, hugged her knees, and did not cry. Not yet. “I have to go,” she whispered
