I shut my eyes and try to think about what I know so far. However, my mind keeps returning to this information about Paris. Adopted. I try to put myself in my shoes and imagine how I’d feel if I realized that the people I thought were my parents weren’t, and that they’d been lying… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter eleven, part one
Chapter Eleven; Part One “Hello?” I sing into the receiver. I’m sure it’s Vashti, so I’m doubly shocked when it’s the inspector. “Hello, Ms. Liang. Sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but I have a few more questions I’d like to ask Mr. Frantz. Please put him on the line.” Her tone is cool… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter ten, part two
Chapter Ten; Part Two “Dunno.” I shrug indifferently. I am concentrating on eating the popover as fast as I can so it won’t get away from me. “I don’t get the fuss of weddings, anyway. It’s just one day. Why spend so much time and effort on one day? From what I’ve heard, the bride… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter ten, part one
Chapter Ten; Part One The Friday before the party, the day in question when Mrs. Curtis saw Vashti livid outside of Moira’s house, started out like any other day. Vashti went into work thinking of the five thousand things she had to do that day, and how she was going to do it all in… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter nine, part two
Chapter Nine; Part Three “Mrs. Curtis, you’ve been very helpful. Can you tell me if you saw anything else suspicious next door the last week or so?” I frown at how I worded that, but it can’t be helped. I don’t think Mrs. Curtis will notice, anyway. Besides being batty, she’s draining her glass of… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter nine, part one
Chapter Nine: Part One “Rise and shine, Rayne!” I hear a voice from a distance and desperately try to block it out. I lie very still, rationalizing if I act dead, it may leave me alone. “Come on.” The tone turns from cheerful to cajoling. “It’s after twelve, Rayne! Time to get your lazy ass… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter eight, part two
Chapter Eight; Part Two “I’m not really sure.” He still won’t look at me. “She wouldn’t talk to me after that. I assume Moira told Annie I confronted her.” The truth, but not all of it. He is sweating again, so I push the issue. “What did you talk to Moira about the night before… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter eight, part one
Chapter Eight; Part Three “Let’s go,” he says when he appears, forty-five minutes later. He is looking straight ahead, his lips set in a thin line. I buckle myself in as he takes off with a screech. Paris is a good driver, but when he’s angry, he becomes more aggressive. I wisely keep my mouth… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter seven, part three
Chapter Seven; Part Three “Libby Liang,” she says briskly in a tone much different than the petulant tone she takes with me. “Lib, it’s me.” I pause as I feel the freeze emanating from the phone. “Look, you didn’t give me a chance to respond. You know I’m three hours behind you and I don’t… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade: chapter seven, part three
Chapter Seven; Part Three When I am through, I shut down my computer. Ten o’clock. Early to be going to bed, but it’s been a long day. After getting ready for bed, I slip under the covers next to Paris. I have a king-size bed because I like space as I sleep, but the bed… Continue Reading