The place was small, and there was a young man behind the counter, which was right next to the door. “Hi. Can I help you folks find something?” he asked. “You can,” I said, taking the lead. “I called just a bit ago. I’m interested in learning how to do calligraphy and wondered if you could direct...
Arty muttered a “Sorry, Mack,” as they pulled up in front of the bar. “Me too,” I said. “I had hoped we might finally have a resolution to this thing.” “We’ll keep at it,” Doug said. “Have faith.” His words struck a chord with me. It was a similar expression uttered by an Episcopalian minister, a...
I poured myself a glass of wine and carried it over to where Cora was sitting. Before I had a chance to say anything, she offered up the very information I wanted. “If you’re looking for the hunky detective, he left,” she said. “And he looked really sad when he did. What did you do, Mack, break h...