The Good Doctor's Tales Folio Eight - Plot & Excerpts
Tonya said. Young Stalker, her current cat, wound his way between Tonya’s feet while she talked on the telephone. She sat in what would eventually be her office, now nothing more than studs and construction materials. Her office currently took up a full suite in the Bridgeport, a turn-of-the-century hotel in downtown Philadelphia, and everything else remained a maze of dry wall and building supplies. She loved the place as much as she loved the location, near St. John the Evangelist. Within walking distance! Her people expected to finish her office two weeks from now, but in the meantime, all she had were the bare studs and an old desk. At least they had finished with her bedroom. Finally, she had a place to sleep away from their old residence, the one Keaton had ruined with bad juice. The construction went far more smoothly than it had in moves past. The construction business her people had started several months ago was showing results in the professionalism of her people. Now, if their business would start making money… “Hello, Tonya,”
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