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Okay, then. That took quite the surprising turn. Looking forward to seeing where this takes Vik and John, not to mention their team mates.

This is ambitious. I am enjoying it for the most part, but I am over the father. The biggest flaw he has as a character is that he is so over the top he borders on caricature or satire, so I'm not able to take him very seriously. I sincerely hope that Elisha and Small Fry triumph in the end, because Hosea is so evil that an apocalyptic outcome is possible.

A very interesting story about reconstructing family in the aftermath of loss, with a suggestion that love, structure, and mutual respect can heal the fractures caused by abandonment and death. Administrative order and emotional chaos both are necessary to build a new foundation of care. I am eager to read the next chapter!

They may show up some time in the future, who knows? Thank you for your kind words.

A clever and witty way to sum up the Spooky Season fir this year! Thank you for sharing it!

This is a great installment. An excellent job revealing emotional states through small details — Elisha’s trembling hand, Marcus’ gut reactions, Joshua’s controlled panic. The inner lives of all three are complex and distinct. The dialogue sounds natural and layered, showing fear, affection, and tension without being melodramatic. I am looking forward to the next five chapters!

I have frittered away many hours pondering the how the US came to be in this situation since Trump descended the golden escalator to announce he was a candidate for the office. Around one-third of the population support him, but that fraction is ride or die with him, and the appeal is based, it seems, at least partly on authoritarianism. While the rest of the country, and the rest of the world, look at issues such as climate change, immigration, interdependence of global economy, and see complex problems that require subtle approaches with uncertain outcomes, the current leadership in the US takes a strong stance, one possibly not based on any known reality or facts, and proposes an end to the situation, and that resonates with that segment of the electorate, and they love it. Hence, the current stance that climate change is a hoax, that all immigrants are criminals outside of the rule of law, and that anyone not straight, white, Christian, and (preferably) male is suspected of undermining the American way of life.

An intriguing start, exploring faith, guilt, and instinct with literary precision and moral courage. The contrast between the dog's instinct and Elisha's muddled confusion is especially poignant.

The men and women of that era were made of sterner stuff than their descendants. Just barely out of the Depression, the government asked them to make so many sacrifices, rationing gasoline, meat, sugar, butter, tires, etc. My grandmother was a farm wife, so that was a 20-hour a day job to start with, making do with less on top of that, but she spent her free time, such as it was, knitting socks for anonymous GI's overseas. I can't even imagine the outrage if we were asked to undergo such privations today.

One of the wonders of fiction is the possibilities characters have of lives outside the limits of the words they are given. The chances that the idyll lasts are both infinite and nil. I am reminded of the devastating last lines of Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises: "Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together.” Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"

The island smelled of smoke and jungle rot and something hollow, like rain on ashes. They sat outside the Quonset hut beneath a sky rinsed of stars, helmets beside them, hands almost but not quite touching. Tony said, “What do you think happens after?” Josh didn’t answer right away. “You mean after we ship out?” “I mean after this.” Tony gestured toward the beach, the wreckage, the sea that would carry them home. “Brooklyn’s no place for ghosts like us, Josh. My ma’ll see the unif

Poor George! He is finding peace a much riskier passage to navigate than war. For his sake, we all hope the year passes quickly.

The sun over the Solomons hammered hard enough to split a skull. Palm trees swayed around the Marine base, their fronds rustling. Under a banyan's canopy, Lance Corporals Tony Palermo and Josh Miller slumped in the shade of a sandbag wall, sharing the last drags of a cigarette. Tony was movie-poster handsome, black curls a defiant skosh past regulation, a jaw made for trouble, and a nose like Durante’s that gave his grin its crooked charm. Josh, beside him, was his opposite: tall and wiry, the

In the crucible of the Pacific War, two Marines, Tony from Brooklyn and Josh from Nebraska, find a fragile salvation in each other. Amid fire and rain, their bond deepens from comradeship to something neither dares name. A portrait of love, loyalty, and survival when the world demands silence from the heart’s loudest truths. They return home carrying more than scars. From the jungles of the Pacific to the fog of San Francisco, they navigate a fragile peace, searching for a place that will let them exist as they are, between the silences of survival and the noise of a world moving on without them.

I never thought of chess as a path of seduction, but it seems to work for Kevin and Åke!

A powerful story of loss and recovery. Well worth reading.

A beautiful story with devestating emotions at its core.

The guys are handling Mom's overinvolvement in their lives as well as they can, but that chapter has some painful moments !

A very interesting story. The bit about financial control unsettles me, so this has given me something to think about!

Great chapter!

Great start! Can't wait to see how this develops.

Great scene with baking. That brings back some memories!

Great chapter! Bonus points for Wishbone.

Brian's family is wonderful chaos!

Well deserved kudos for the characters and the author!