The thud of the newspaper hitting the front door drew my attention. That was how I was always informed of a new case requiring my special talents. I was a fixer, like so many of my family. We always seemed to be pulled into someone’s life as they reached a now or never situation.
“Martin, for heaven’s sake, your newspaper is here. Go get it, boy!” Mom’s voice echoed through the house.
“Yes, Mom,” I called back. The joys of coming to visit my mother, even as I was pushing forty; in her