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The locked gates rattled for a moment as he passed through them. As he crossed the courtyard, he read the leaves and debris strewn about, looking for evidence.

A trace left no doubt. Aasima was here. He walked unobserved past the smoking guard with a gun. Continue reading Help?

Breakfast at the Diner

There really wasn’t much opportunity for a woman in those days. I left my apartment and rode the N train downtown to my secretarial job each morning, rain or shine. The work was typically dull. They didn’t trust a woman with anything much beyond typing, filing, and getting coffee. And running to the cleaners, can’t forget that one. Continue reading Breakfast at the Diner