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2.66 The Fool

Half expecting to find Orin smirking at me, despite my reassurances that his presence here was unnecessary. It took a long second for the significance of the shock of snow-white hair above a pair of shoulders draped in a deep forest green suit coat to register. Shirt. Shirt. Shirt. Shirt! What the forking hall is Abraham’s Errant doing in Sarah’s family’s front room?  Keeping half an ear out for…

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2.65 Janus Faced

Initially, when we’d talked today over, over rum last night, I’d meant to fire Sarah at this point in the conversation. The meeting with Nathaniel this morning went off without a hitch. Once he spotted Big Ben tapping the cover of the Conventions – Little Ben and Leo retrieved from the topmost shelf of his closet while packing up his office – Nathaniel signed his termination paperwork without a…

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2.64 Paper Faces On Parade

2.64 Paper Faces On Parade

(Okay, this isn’t the view from the Proprietor’s Office – but it does a great job of showing the two properties of glass.) Leaning against the bookcase before the floor to ceiling windows, I watched the golden rays of dawn touch the tips of the trees on the other side of the pane. The shifting mist, rolling below the tree boughs yet just above the blades of grass, would melt away once the…

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2.63 A Rum Do...

2.63 A Rum Do…

(Okay, so Big Ben and Bill both helped Nevermore – but I’m still tempted to tell them to take a long walk off a short pier!) Puffed up and ruffled, a red-faced Little Ben shot up from his chair. Unfortunately, because he was sitting between Big Ben and me, he was hemmed in. Rotating in the postage-stamp-sized gap between our knees, Little Ben turned towards the grate and chucked a hunk of wood…

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2.62 Bing! Bang! Zoom! To the Moon...

2.62 Bing! Bang! Zoom! To the Moon…

(Breathing fire and spitting glass – that’s how I felt seeing him after so long!) A booming, rolling velvety laugh crashed into my furious roar in the middle of the room. “Well, that puts me in my place, doesn’t it.” Still chuckling, Big Ben wiped his eyes with a square of linen he extracted from his back pocket before beckoning me forward again. Refusing to let his good humor (as well as my own…

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With No Particular Place to Go...

With No Particular Place to Go…

My wanderings after speaking with Mr. Ikeda did take me rather far afield…

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2.61 ...Going Nowhere...

2.61 …Going Nowhere…

Resting an elbow against the driver side door, I absently twisted a lock of hair around my finger, pointedly ignoring the phone that accidentally on purpose now rested underneath my pack on the passenger’s seat. The five missed calls from Little Ben, failed video chat with Leo, and the single text from Beatrice lurking next to me could go unacknowledged for a few minutes more.  We knew…

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2.60 Tea For Two

2.60 Tea For Two

Mr. Ikeda regarded me steadily for a full minute before breaking the silence. “Would you like ginger lemon or brown rice?”  Jumping slightly at the sound of his voice, my eyes flew up to meet Mr. Ikeda’s. “Um…” “Tea, would you like ginger lemon or brown rice?” “Ginger lemon?” “Good choice.” Pulling a tin out from under his bench, he set it atop with a soft clink. “Now, if you’ll make the hot…

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Butterflies

The very creature I imagined was flapping about inside me…

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2.59 Lepidoptery

(Okay, so it was decorated within an inch go its’ life – but I did put powdered sugar & edible glitter on my cake! Mr. Ikeda was impressed by the cake pan.) Gazing at the Frosty the Snowman themed winter wreath hanging in the center of the battered door, a small smile crept across my face. My cousins and I still get together every year, usually in July (so we can pretend it’s cooler outside than…

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2.58 The Proverbial Fork

2.58 The Proverbial Fork

(I will celebrate properly later…but this is how I feel on the inside!) I did not manage to thrust my left foot into a tangerine sneaker before Mr. John Dupree arrived at the Lavender Lady. Nor did I accomplish the aforementioned feat soon, or even soon adjacent, after his arrival. Mr. John Dupree’s casual Saturday attire constituted a lopapeysa in shades that reminded me of the Colombia Basin in…

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Demands

This was the pic the Naturalist’s Club & The Historical Society chose to place in the Daily Harvest – right above their list of demands in order to bring their sit-in to a conclusion…Damned I wish I could find Big Ben…

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2.57 The Forest Standing Beyond The Trees

2.57 The Forest Standing Beyond The Trees

My mind, needing to take five from the quagmire sitting in the front room, chose this moment to focus on fashion or the lack thereof present in my wardrobe. On the upside, the absence of couture from my closet meant I landed on a palette pretty quickly – basic black. It covers nearly every contingency…right? From date night’s little black dress to a cat burglar’s costume to Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s…

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2.56 Well Hell.....

2.56 Well Hell…..

Gobsmacked is such a lovely word.  Not only does it have the word ‘smacked’ in it, but it also rolls off the tongue in such a pleasing manner. Conveying beautifully in a single word, the unexpected and staggering surprise that on occasion envelopes one’s person. Flabbergasted comes in as a close second, but I prefer the term gobsmacked in situations such as these – because that’s precisely how…

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2.55 Saturday's Child Works Hard for a Living

2.55 Saturday’s Child Works Hard for a Living

Earlier in the evening, as the rest of us participated in a respectful squabble over Ira’s intention to fetch further and more definitive proof of Sarah’s guilt, Leo was entertaining an entirely different line of reasoning.  (One he thankfully elucidated to the group prior to Ira leaving the Lavender Lady since it provided me with the perfect cover for ensuring Ira’s safety! It’s not that Leo,…

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