This story started here. “You’ve been doing me a disservice, you know.” “Excuse me?” Had I woken up because she’d spoken, or for some other reason? It was still dark outside, so it was not time to get up. … Continue reading
This story started here. I stepped up on the front step of the News Store and then I turned to look again at the burned plot of land across the street, and the massive safe, remembering the events of … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer smoked a cigarette as she looked out over the water. I had voted for getting some lunch (it would have been a late lunch, by then), but she was never hungry when there … Continue reading
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, the restaurant where my employer and … 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