This story started here. My employer, Jan Sleet, usually attracted some amount of attention when she walked down the street in Claremont. This was partly because she was becoming (she would have said “was”) a local celebrity — the … Continue reading
On Main Street in the town of Claremont, Massachusetts, there is a general store, called the News Store. It’s across the street from the Town Hall, and down the block from the Wagon Wheel, where my employer and I ate … Continue reading
This story started here. Somewhat later, after Ms. Stapleton had departed, we were sitting on the front porch of Professor Lebrun’s house. It was probably mostly inertia that kept us — at least those of us who had not … Continue reading
This story started here. Professor Lebrun stood up. “Miss Stapleton, would you like some soup, and perhaps a sandwich? It would be no trouble at all.” She hesitated, and then nodded. “Thank you, Professor.” He bowed and headed to … Continue reading
This story started here. We were in town for most of the day. We were never actually under arrest, and when we were threatened with arrest there was some confusion about what we might be charged with. As my … Continue reading
This story started here. “I blew it,” my employer said as we sat on Professor Lebrun’s front porch and watched the sun come up. “I should have been able to stop Barbara and Rhonda getting shot.” “Do you know … Continue reading