I Am Incognito_My dear Isobel/Howard_Hello, Again_The Tiled Room
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I Am Incognito
Rupert looked through the file in his hands before getting out of his car. New ID, check. Real estate listing,www.onedoor.cc check. Keys for a 2008 Honda Accord, check. Directions for everything his client has to do for the next eight months while she waits for trial, check. Rupert opened his car door and stepped out onto the drizzle glazed street and headed toward the cozy diner. Mable’s was his favorite place to conduct this type of business. He even had his own booth in the back where he had a good view of the door. Plus, Mable had the best apple pie. Her coffee was mediocre because she made it s...
My dear Isobel/Howard
The two emails, identical apart from the name, arrived at exactly the same time, and bore the same subject heading of My Last Request. They were sent from the email address of a solicitor called Robert Hampstead, but he was not the one who had written them. My dear Isobel/Howard Robert has promised me that he will see to this for me when the time comes. Oh, how they love that phrase on those rather tedious adverts for life insurance. Well, my time is coming and I know it. You both do as well, and I thank you both for not assuring me I’ll be fine or even, as my neighbour Nora (who is a good wom...
Hello, Again
“Hello?”“Ms. Lacey, you have a delivery to pick up.”“Okay, thank you, sir. I’ll be down to pick it up later.”“Actually, ma’am, we’re going to need for you to come down and get it now.” “Now, why? I’m in the middle of something. Can you have someone bring it up?”“Very well, ma’am. I’ll send Albert right away. You may want to make some space.”“Make some space? For wha-”Dial tone.“That was weird,” Samantha Lacey mused to herself. She really didn’t like being interrupted, but if it was important enough to send someone up with it, she supposed she should make some space somewhere. But, space...
The Tiled Room
It didn’t take long for the room to steam. That’s why she came here. There were other places that Ava could find her Ruby but she never found her quite as fast as here. The tiled room. It was the one corner of the house that wasn’t clad in wood. When they had started doing it up, Ava always thought that this room should have had stone walls. “Tiles are just so conventional,” she had said. “Well, it is a bathroom.” Will, her then-husband. “But don’t you think stone would give it that je ne sais quoi? Like those outdoor bathrooms that they have in Bali, with the big black stones. Imagine graphi...