She likes to wander around my apartment in the early winter mornings in her stocking feet and an old sweater, rearranging the flowers. She never speaks to me but I have grown used to her company. My love for you was greater than my wisdom, I say to her, but I am sure, wherever s…
She snorted. “You think I killed her? Please. That cop already put me through the wringer. ‘Who saw you at ten p.m.? Who saw you at midnight? Where was…
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“You don’t believe that any more than I do.” He pushed one last piece of pancake through his syrup. “And that doesn’t explain the note. Either she jump…
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There is a degree of entrepreneurship involved in becoming a one-woman cash-only economy. If asked for identification it is best to demur. You cannot s…
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I thought of that first morning in Alison’s house, the gold light on the floorboards, Alison greyhound-slim and smiling, opening the door to Faerie, to…
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Wendy, my first and only and oldest friend. Wendy who’d seen me through everything, who’d helped me get free. Wendy, her dark hair, her dark eyes. We’d…
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After all this time with them, how could I possibly have missed this? I felt the truth blow through me like a hot wind off the dead hills, sere and har…
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Celia, I remembered: Jaxson and Judith’s editor. I examined this legendary personage with interest. Her face had been Botoxed into a tundra of pale, ag…
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