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Cold. It was as bitter a January morning as New England could spew. Gray clouds blocked the weak sun like heavy curtains and I smelled snow that had yet to fall, an unseen edge of white in the icy sky. Numb gloved fingers tugged my scarf ... Read more |
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I hate running errands. I put them off and put them off, and then one morning the cat's got no food, there are zero stamps on the roll, and I realize I own no underwear minus holes. I understand some people like to shop for clothes, do it for pure pleasure... Read more |
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I used to work with Happy Eddie Conklin when I was a cop. He had a gruff voice, a blunt, dogged manner, and while he was "freakin' old enough to be my father," as he reminded me often enough, he never treated me like a child. When he asked me to meet him at Ocean Wealth in Chinatown... Read more |
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It's true. I confess. There are similarities between the protagonist of the Carlotta Carlyle series and her creator. When asked about them in person, I offer a set response. We wear the same size shoes. We share the same grandmother. If a fan persists, I might comment on height or hair color. ... Read more |
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