Books by Syrk

There was still daylight when we emerged from Underground and two police officers on horses were just passing us. "Let's follow them," said Granny, and then she whispered, "Everyone watching us may think that we are being escorted!" "What does it mean?" I was grateful that my younger brother asked this question. "It means that we are already so important!" Whoa! Imagine us: Granny in the middle-us leading her-her hands in our hands! You see, there were no hands free to take the picture of the whole scene.