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A profession to be proud of and a secret shared and kept!

Manny is on the upswing and Gris-gris is not what I thought it would be…I figured a recipe using parts of the animal that didn’t make it over the fence…

The Forbidden Knowledge anthology is just about upon us...it will be fun to see how many of us guess just who our 'secret authors' are! Here in Central Massachusetts, the center of the universe, we are experiencing high temps along with an outrageous humidity index; the combined effect will have "feel-like" temps hitting the triple digits...lasting through the Fourth of July! I haven't put the AC in the window just yet; thanks to a bunch of mature trees and shading, the inside of the house stays relatively cool, and the window fan in my bedroom brings cool night air, allowing me to sleep ok...I suspect in a couple of weeks, I just might break down and put the danged thing in. Wishing everyone a happy Fourth of July, regardless of where you are! Stay cool everyone, not that you already are!!!

Not Zane Yoder’s son. Not the heir to anything. Not the disappointment. Not— There’s a lot of information in those two sentences…I think the reason for Bert’s frown is that Zane Yoder is not an easy person to deal with…that he has an unsavory reputation. Not the nicest of people.

Thank you as always for this… Doesn't everyone?? It’s biting social satire, not romance," Zach muttered, staring stubbornly at the rubber bar mat. "And I didn’t even know you knew who she is. Was.’

Amen brother, I was thinking the same thing…

A couple of things…love the following…mom can handle nearly any situation other than… Emory,” Mary Beth breathed. “One last question. You’re not a liberal now, are you?” Kade needs to go to the clinic, then have a meeting with the police…

The difference in the social strata is truly remarkable. And I fear Stanley is stuck as of caught in cement. All credit is due to both Oliver and Timothy for their impeccable manners and sociability.

The noose is getting tighter and they are leaving clues like crumbs… Loved the idea of of converting what they could into gemstones…

And frankly not give a damn…

Ya gotta remember, there’s at least two kinds of oral….oaths…

Thank you for sharing this with us!

There will be bloodshed, no one is coming out of this unscathed…Acosta, if he had any common sense, would have the cattlemen and cowboys turn Ephraim over… And I wonder, where is the new fanged pistol…

Ummm…..

And what is Ryder not disclosing… And, @Summerabbacat, you forget Madame Zelenska is the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, who also was a seventh daughter…you’d have to ask @weinerdog for his family tree…and, all were notorious coffee addicts, and loved to dance the Hokey Pokey… Ryder is alarmingly perceptive. He either has a crystal ball, tarot cards or tea leaves to rival those which have been passed down through @weinerdog's family from his great, great, grandmother Madame Zelenska, a Czech fortune teller of mixed Slavic and Romany blood, or he is a very astute observer of people. I suspect it is the latter. Not bad for a construction worker (maybe he is related to David

Ephraim just pulled a John Wilkes Booth moment, possibly with similar consequences...like a wounded, rabid animal cornered, Ephraim is a force not to be discounted. Stop him!" Silas roared, lunging forward, his massive hand outstretched. Alvarez tracked to fire again, but Ephraim was faster. He swung his heavy boot up, catching the edge of the windowsill, and launched himself backward into the darkness. Alvarez fired, the Webley roaring in the confined space, the muzzle flash momentarily blinding. The bullet tore through the empty air where Ephraim had been standing, shattering the window frame and sending a spray of wood splinters raining down. Alvarez was at the window a heartbeat later, his free hand gripping the sill, his eyes scanning the darkness below. He saw a dark shape hit the ground, rolling, absorbing the impact of the fall with a deep, heavy thud. He saw the shape scramble to its feet, moving with a limping drag, and disappear into the shadows of the alleyway. Alvarez would never make it down there in time. Booth was shot in the neck while in a burning barn, was dragged out, and died a few hours later... Personally, one hopes Ephraim never makes it out of his burning barn... There is plenty of blame to assign here: Acosta, for hiring the boys to work with the cowboys in the sheep wars... Genevieve, knowing something was off with this client... And both Devon and Alvarez as well.... Time to find out where Ephraim is holed up; he's got a damaged leg, and who is he going to turn to?

Please take care of yourself first and foremost….we will wait patiently for your return…

A difficult lesson for the boys to learn….

The sky is the limit for these people, no telling what they can accomplish! Perhaps rescue a couple of twinks??

Simply brilliant!!

Oy vey…

With all the connections Flynn’s father has, I’m surprised he can’t get his hands on the FDA approved suppressor… I want to date Gary…platonically till see him drop trow…

Well done and thanks!

One of the most difficult aspects of acting, is simply letting go… She stepped back, flipping open the folder. “We’re blocking the next sequence this morning. It’s not as intense as yesterday, but it’s close. I want you grounded before we start.” I looked at the mirror again. “I’m trying.” “I can see that.” She closed the folder. “Take a walk. Get breakfast. Breathe. Come back when you’reready.” I hesitated. “What if I’m not ready?” She gave me a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Then come back anyway.”

life is always a process of constant change…and for Rufus, puberty’s got a lot more in store for you…