Cassie’s Good Day Keeps Getting … Better?
I was being honest with Bernie – I really didn’t know what Bitsy and Wanda were plotting, though I was, of course, tragically curious. Those two in a booth, a…

I was being honest with Bernie – I really didn’t know what Bitsy and Wanda were plotting, though I was, of course, tragically curious. Those two in a booth, a…
I believe it was the great Mary Chapin Carpenter who once sang “sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug.” These days, I am, of course, a windshield. Which is…
It’s been a week since Silas and Merc first visited. I know because I can see the same clock I saw that day, and I can see that it’s 20…
Mid-morning behind the bar is a little slow. Not feeling particularly ambitions or energetic today. There’s not much for me to do without customers right now. So far, my achievements…
I arrive at the Hughes’ porch and I hesitate. I ring the doorbell. Elyse answers immediately. “Come in.” She smiles, but I can tell she isn’t at ease – or…
I feel sick. I could throw up. I look around this home that I live in, at these people I’ve taken pains to get to know and move among –…
A guard leads me to a monitored meeting room where my visitors were waiting. I recognize Mercury immediately. “Glad to see you,” I say. “Gets kinda lonely here, especially since…
I am half an hour early for brunch with Silas, tense already from strolling in on Lindy and his merry band of entrepreneurs. First issue jitters, I reckon, and with…
I am anxious to meet Silas, the new guy in town, who we hope will sort out all our mysteries. We spoke briefly by phone last evening and agreed to…
Carson arrives at the office on the yacht around 9 AM to meet with Lindy to continue forming the initial direction of the new magazine. The two of them have…