“Pauline, the clickah’s dead again,” Mack complained. “It’s my day off,” I snapped at the Fifties man. Ghost of a man. I made a mental note to put new batteries in the TV remote for him. “Give me a break, Mack. Coffee first. Conversation later.” I l...
Julie asked me. We were sitting at my patio table, as we often did. It was Saturday morning and although there was a slight chill in the air, the clouds were parting and it promised to be a lovely day. Julie had come a long way since we’d first met....