Witty Kathy Jones

Witty Kathy Jones
A Short Story
by Untitled writer
Virginia Russell was thinking about Kathy Jones again. Kathy was a witty friend with ginger hands and squat eyebrows.
Virginia walked over to the window and reflected on her dirty surroundings. She had always loved sunny Philadelphia with its agreeable, angry arches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel cross.