Today's OneWord: Sometime
Harriet was a sometime friend. A sometimes friend. A some time friend. We saw each other after half past ten, past ten AM, past ten PM. She had a small house by the river Thames, by the surging Thames, by the frigid Thames. She bought a small baskets of biscuits for Em, her grandmother Em, her poor sickly Em. I ate one of the biscuits with a wicked grin. Harriet got mad and tried to do me in.