And what’s this? There’s someone else sitting in the corner, meal long finished, looking, looking around. Don’t like that, the way he’s looking: who sits in a chicken shop and just looks?
London Burning
When I Paint My Masterpiece
That was when I made my big mistake.
“The only reason he had anything to do with you was to get to me.”
She flinched.
Transparencies
Oh… here we go again. Packing up, but hopefully the last time I recon if in truth I get there. I can’t remember the number of times I’ve moved in my life – too many.
A Man with a Lot of Explaining to Do
She understood that her great grand uncle Emmett liked acquiring things. She understood too that he had a fondness for telling stories. In another few years, it became clear that what Emmett Dorn liked most was observing people, messing with them, and then killing them.
Murder on the Danube
“Come Rifka, it will be a game. We will be able to swim to the bottom where there is a playground and lots of children playing.”
The Wedding Specialist
Reba sat in her usual place in a chair next to the bride. Her head was bent over the list she held in her palm; accounts of gifts and givers. Rows of names neatly recorded against each gift, in her pearl-like handwriting. She had done this innumerable times, at every family wedding.