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That scene was wonderfully written. All throughout reading it, I could not stop thinking about what the future holds for them....

Just a truly delightful story, don't want to give anything away other than to say...read this!!!!

I am in love with Auntie, such a wise and practical woman, and no BS on her... On my last day at the house on Chestnut Hill, she asked me into her kitchen and sat me down for some of her homemade chicken soup. When the meal was over, she thanked me for following her exacting wishes, took my hands in hers, and said, for a goyim, that I had hands of gold and pressed a one-hundred-dollar bill in my hands...

I'd ask, if could this be love, and at the moment it is lust becoming love. And good on David; should we fear the aunt? When the bathroom job was complete, my bosses asked if I could stay behind to paint the living room, and they agreed; what could have been a two-day job lasted well over 40 hours. It was her departed husband's favorite color, one that was painted in the 1940's. This was before color matching was a snap; I spent the better part of the job going back and forth between the living room and the paint store to get the color right...

Great start, and sorry for the delayed reading....Working on my anthology piece and got behind...so... Just back, or just after the dinosaurs lost the Civil War, I worked for a small home remodeling company. We had a job in Chestnut Hill just outside of Boston to redo a bathroom on the second floor for an observant widow. This house was built in the early 1900s. Meaning the cement and the tiles in the bathroom were a project. In those days, the "mud" was anywhere from an inch and a half to two inches thick. I was the dogsbody, carrying all the debris down the stairs in tiny buckets with damp towels to prevent dust....groan... When I had the toilet removed and out of the house, the owner came up to inspect the work. She looked at the stuff that invariably collects on the floor and the wax ring toilet seal, and then to me... "Do you know what that stuff is called? It is called schmutz, not really shite and not really fertiliser...you could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard that tiny, 80-year-old woman make that comment... There's another comment for the next chapter...

I have to think when Doc finds out he has missed a call that he just might be truly pised when he learns the reasons.

Of the gutter is a better analogy...

Not quite the proverbial calm before the storm with all these undercurrents, the die is cast, whether Varus chooses to listen to reason or not....

Gonna be a hot time in the old town tonight...

What he said.... I am just along for the ride, I know better than to guess ....

I hate it when that happens...or is it interrupted???? "Shouldn't you change the sheets first?" Barnaby asked, his deep voice carrying a dry, clinical undertone. "The temporal residue in there is quite volatile, and quite frankly, the bedding was already structurally compromised before we left."

WTF..... However I thought Halloween was going to go, it definitely didn’t include making out with Ash Reeves on the floor of a stranger’s house, with come in both our mouths. It also didn’t include the loud bang from downstairs, followed by repeated pops and screaming. Ash and I push apart, staring at each other in horror. At least the boys got their ends wet....

Kamyk has a plan, the beginning of a plan, the concept of a plan, the thought of a plan...o shite....

I looked like that at 13, just so you know...the following clip will attest to that... Bing Videos

To land in paradise, and we all know of at least one snake in the grass, or is it the coffee beans...Slow is the operative word of the day; best not to spill one's hand until the players reveal themselves. Two months should be sufficient time to understand the forces against Julian, and to make the wise countermoves. Trust no one and verify; start with the books first, understand the yield, what it should be and what it is recorded as. Keep one's cards held closely to the vest before making any decisions. It would be good to see other plantations to gauge and contrast....

This should be a very interesting life, and a long one at that, Brian, a scourge in any timeline...

Hopefully, the collaboration between Neil and Emmer not only works but also sparks the latent creative talent that Neil has. In my years of schooling, it was the teachers who helped open the process of how to look at things, from different directions that worked the best for me.... “The question isn’t whether Emmer knows about woodcarving, it’s whether he’s a good teacher and can help you focus. Give it a try and stop putting yourself down. OK?”

The following comment makes me rethink who the killer is....Is Bastien a Black Widow...a femme fatale???? Bastien grinned and pushed Lawrence onto his back, straddling him. “Why did you do that?” Lawrence asked. Bastien’s lips twitched. “No one hurts one of mine without paying for it.” What could Lukas von Keller have done, indeed, if he was Bastien's lover? Wouldn't he spare no effort to find out who did it or how he died, unless he was driven to the point of suicide....

Again, Eldric is among the missing, Abe and his stomach issues...he's taking quite a long time getting over whatever is bothering him, and did I read this correctly, Herr Becker may not be aware of all the boys' activities??? And as a foolish random thought from out of nowhere....Herr Becker and Eldric????😉

I have to say the ending was fitting. It's late for me; I have been working on my anthology submission and am late with my response and reading. I need to re-read and go back to the beginning of the story. I get that Dikckoless and Richard were, at Dickoless' suggestion, to take a break, but wasn't it Richard being ghosted? Regardless, this was a fantastic story, and thanks for this; it was a hit, as you can see from all the comments

The tenth-year reunion- what memories it brings back. Of course, at our last reunion, the most exciting thing was when Mark Bishop lost his false teeth in the punch bowl, pantomiming a bad joke...I kid you not, things like that happen at your 50th...wait and see...Wheelchairs and walkers can be a menace to society...just sayin....

If Noah is of age, where he can tell a judge his decision as to what parent he would like to live with, then he should be encouraged. I have to wonder what percentage of pastors who are extreme are guilty of sex crimes....

Loved this chapter, Levi picking up on the subtle tension between he and his father. As a young man, I loved to go skinny-dipping. The first time was at Cranberry Pond, just a stone's throw from the University of Massachusetts. After we parked the car, we walked down to the beach, and everything was fine. No problems at all, that is, until a young teen boy my age stripped off right in front of me, giving me a view (that would later be the cause of many nights of...well, let's not go there....) of everything that made him unique...my dash to the water was blazingly fast, if you know what I mean. Later on, when I had things better under control, we were able to have a great conversation. However, he lived too far to take things further...Oh...but what an afternoon... Good on Levi, and as others have noted, let's hope this begins a new chapter...

If you are using the American method of dating, that was a month and a day I looked forward to as I approached legal drinking age...today...not so much...

Wonder where this will lead to... ‘And that is?’ Lennart smirked as if he already knew what Lars was about to say. ‘The appropriate key for that entrance, the key that under normal circumstances only residents on the south and west side are supposed to have.’ ‘The most obvious way to tackle this is to check photos of all residents for potential candidates and let Tim have a look at them. If Tim can recognize this guy right away from the surveillance footage, he can also identify him on the photos all residents have to supply when renting or purchasing an apartment here.’