Sliding Doors: Elyse Opens One, Then Closes Another
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 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…
Dear reader, I’ve returned. Not heat, nor the dark of night would keep your Miss Comportment from walking the five blocks to the Riverside and collecting three fresh bottles. Mission…
There is something luxurious about spending an entire evening at home. It’s rare, but what’s even more rare is that I’m really happy about it. No social obligations. No hunting…
Another day in this hellhole. Haven’t seen anyone from Middle Valley in quite a while with the notable exception of my lawyer, that is, and he isn’t really helping matters…
I was bored and worried. That’s what I told Lindy. He didn’t answer my question about Bitsy. Lindy downed his beer quickly and was off to talk to his crew.…
Four hours of meetings and I am worn out. The regular work sessions with Carson have presented challenges – no doubt tomorrow will be more of the same. Lots to…