This story started here. The sheriff, having discharged her responsibilities, departed (after thanking my employer, of course). The attorney left a moment later, nodding to each of us in turn, apparently in lieu of a spoken farewell. As we heard … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer, who was sitting on her bed, smiled at the sheriff. “I assume that this possible crime is the ‘circumstances’ you referred to downstairs?” Rhonda sat in our one easy chair (without an invitation, but … Continue reading
This story started here. The following morning, as my employer took a shower, I went outside, ostensibly looking for footprints or other clues. The large laundromat across the street had just opened for the day, and a few energetic souls … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer sat at her desk and brought the meeting to order. “First item on the agenda,” she said, slowly filling her pipe. “We need to address the coffee situation.” I nodded. She really wanted a … Continue reading
This story started here. Having finished our supper, we strolled back across Main Street and started down Pine Street, which would eventually take us home, or, depending on which fork we took at the Catholic Church, to the town pier. … Continue reading
This story started here. After we left the book sale, my employer and I walked slowly down the hill toward the center of town. We walked in silence, but for once it was not a comfortable silence. My employer seldom … Continue reading