When it rained he took the truck, or if he needed it after leaving Austin’s. No rain today—a first-rate late afternoon, the sky clear except for sea haze to the south. Now to Austin’s for a drink. Which was first-rate too. Steve Struthers would be there, too bad. Steve was a loser, unclear what k...
“Maple.” “Hello, Lucille.” “Noel. Coming for tea? I’ve still got the kettle out.” A caller ID, or did she know his voice? He cocked his head, A-okay, at Kyra. “Look, we’ve got something to propose to you.” &...
She would open and read them on her iPad. “I can print out the pages,” he offered. “Nope, I’m fine. I’ll find a coffee and get on with it.” She looked around for a comfortable chair. “No problem if you don’t mind it from the cafeteria.” ...
Yesterday’s wind had blown the clouds away, and uncommon March sunlight soaked the greening earth. The Tracker bounced along. Noel gloried in crocuses, hyacinths, flowering cherries, plums, and magnolias. Miraculous spring! Hard, on a sopping winter day, to believe spring will someday return. The...