“You have a girlfriend, Henry?” My mother said, her eyes lighting up. I could see the vision of plump grandbabies dancing in her thoughts. Never mind that Hank was only twenty—if he had a girlfriend, then hope sprang eternal. “Yup, her name is Beth. I met her in an ethics class.” Hank attended Century College—a… Continue Reading
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Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter seven, part one
“Wake up, sunshine,” Rafe said, kissing me in a very convincing matter. “What do you say to spending a day at the lake? It’s beautiful out.” One of the perks to living in Minnesota was absolutely glorious summer days. “Go away,” I said grumpily, not falling for the famous Rafe charm. “I’m not talking to… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter six, part one
“Beezus, you have got to listen to me.” My mother was on me the minute I walked in the door. She was on her second martini which meant it was a rough day for her. “Frieda told Zelda that that boy you got fired, what was his name? Your boss’s nephew—he’s pretty angry at you. … Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter five
“If I were hiding something, where would it be?” I muttered, prowling the green room early in the morning. Eddie was around somewhere, but not in the green room. I was glad he had been at the park because otherwise I would have been forced to scale the outside gate and to open the door… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter four, part two
“How was your day, dear?” My mother greeted me as I knocked on the back door again. Even though there were fewer reporters out front, I still didn’t want to deal with them. I never understood people who talked to the media in the midst of a horrible tragedy. The only thing I’d say to… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter three, part four
I leaned against the wall, thinking about Shannon and Aaron. They had been a couple ever since they met at the U ten years ago. He had been a philosophy major; she, a fine arts major. They were one of those couples who simply belonged together. You could tell it when you looked at them… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter three, part three
“Nice costume,” she said admiringly, looking me up and down. “Where’s Rafe?” “He’s coming,” I said, grinning to myself. If she liked my getup, wait until she saw Rafe. I yanked off my wig and fluffed out my hair. I tossed the wig onto a coffee table, knowing my mother would pick it up later. … Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter three, part two
The day after Ellen gave me the envelope, I returned to my apartment to find a single rose on the front step, and a window broken. Being the smart gal that I was, I pulled out my cell and phoned the cops. I waited for them outside my apartment building. By the time they got… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter three, part one
“What the fuck?” Rafe jumped up from his chair and stared down at me. “She was wearing your costume?” He started pacing, keeping his eyes pinned to me. “You sit there so calmly telling me about your coworker being murdered and don’t bother telling me until now that it could have been you? What are… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter two, part two
“Rather strange coincidence, isn’t it?” Antoinette interjected, cutting her eyes to me. “The day you two switch costumes, Lydia is murdered.” Although she was purportedly speaking only to me, her voice carries clearly across the crowd. I flushed, but didn’t answer. I figured it was better to save my words for the police than to… Continue Reading