“Careful," Janet exclaimed sharply, as Lara's heavy skirts brushed the side of a glass bowl set in a tripod mahogany stand, causing it to wobble. Lara glanced down at the forlorn pair of goldfish swimming in the bowl, and then back at Janet's pinched, narrow face. "They shouldn't be placed in the window," Lara heard herself murmur. "They don't like too much light.” CaringLarissa CrosslandFishbowl Book:Stranger in My Arms Source: Stranger in My Arms