Today's OneWord: Mysterious
"Goodness!" squeaked Mrs. Tawdry, wobbling on her too high heels, her little terrier oddly silent as it leaned against her ankle. "That house on the hill sure is mysterious, isn't it?" I smiled and shook my head. Bowser, my adorable boxer, lay at my feet. "No, ma'am," I replied. "In fact, that house happens to be owned by my uncle. Wonderful man. Collects gems." "Mysterious gems?" "No, not exactly."