She delved into work with a vengeance, creating design after design. Each time she hit on a polished silhouette and combination of colors that felt right, she rendered it on a large sheet of sketch paper and pinned it on the fishing line.The weather grew warmer. She noticed more cars in the drive...
Cab asked, reaching for the bag of sausage biscuits Beau had brought from the Tackle Shack.Beau sat down on the carousel platform next to him and handed him a cardboard cup of sweet coffee.“Don’t know for sure. She just stood there sobbing like there was no tomorrow. Enough to make a grown man cr...
He stopped under the schedule display. His train had arrived, but he still had a couple of minutes to try to reach Nora one last time before boarding. Her phone was still turned off. For how long? Three days? Two weeks? A month? What if there was an emergency? Nora was as rebellious as the next t...
She’d showered and dressed, but she still felt tired. Suze and Dorie were sitting at the table with a plate of pastries occupying the space between them; a trail of crumbs led to Suze’s plate. Van crossed to the coffeepot and poured herself a cup. “Sleep well?” Dorie asked. “Like the dead.” Van p...
That’s the last thing his dad said when he left for work that morning. “Don’t go on the water. There’s a bad storm brewing.” He’d only meant to be out long enough to catch something for dinner, but the storm had come in too fast. Now the water boiled black around him. Already he could hardly tell...
Hopefully, she looked better than she felt. She still couldn’t believe that Alden drove all this way and then just left before they had a chance to really talk things out. It was still early when she set out for Mike’s. The pub was only a few blocks...
“Just put those papers back where they came from. I don’t know why you’re here. I certainly don’t know why you think that I will in any way help you defend that bastard. I’m sure there are plenty of—I believe the term you used was “real lawyers”—in your firm all too willing to sell their souls. S...
Another sunny day. There were already bright umbrellas pitched across the beach below her. She never went to the beach, something left over from her system days, she guessed. They never walked to the beach in those days. She didn’t know why. Maybe because it cost money to get on the beach, money ...
Gran Calder had made her feel so welcome that she forgot her panic on the rocks. The rest of the day had been wonderful. Dinner was simple and delicious, served at the old kitchen table with no fanfare, but with plenty of love. They’d all gone home with extra pieces of pie, which Geordie had eate...