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Troublemaker
She picks up the telephone handset and begins pressing its button, a faint smile clearly discernable. There is a hint of gleeful anticipation in her movements. Raising her teacup to her lips, Lorna gently sips the piping hot contents. Then she places the cup back on the tray. Deftly she (more…)
The Little Circus
“Neither the tent nor the trucks are what have garnered Lorna’s fascinated stare. She is looking in just one location.” “Oh, Jay. Look!” Lorna’s exclamation had been preceded by a brief breath of excitement and surprise. Instinctively she placed her hand over her mouth as her eyes gazed fixedly through (more…)
One Flower
That singular blossom captures us, standing out among a sea of blooms in a spring meadow. A single flower. How it strikingly emerges from its background. Its color immediately captures the eye. Like a beacon in the night, it commands attention, draws us in. Sometimes—rarely—a single flower stands out for (more…)
Enemy Light
“A thought occurs to me. Why did Lorna use this particular phrase for a mechanical contraption?” As usual, we are running just a bit behind schedule. We should be leaving the house about now for our midweek meeting. But Lorna is still in the bathroom. She is fully dressed, but (more…)
“See Things and Do Them”
Lorna wheels around to face me, her arms akimbo. On her countenance is a look halfway between one of surprise and a serious frown. The sound is unmistakable: A faint and distant jingling of keys. It is momentarily followed by the muffled sound of a heavy door opening and closing. (more…)
Clip Clop
Her eyes are also stare intently down the street beyond him. And then I see the reason—. Soft light effuses from the wall sconce lamps. In the background soft, jazzy strains flow from the grand piano. The occasional clinking of dinnerware and the subtle hum of soft conversations add a (more…)
Lorna’s Decorative Style—Accents
There’s that feeling again. Something has changed—but what? A moment is all it took. Lorna and I have been relaxing on our deck, enjoying the fresh air on a mild day. (Spending time out there is actually a fairly rare event. This is perhaps a little surprising given that it (more…)
Lorna’s Decorative Style—Beads
This game—the one I call What’s Different?—is one she plays often. “Hi, House!” Lorna’s voice rings out with a singsong, happy tone. She slips off her shoes and begins climbing the stairs of our townhouse. From the small entryway below I slide my bags inside the front door and then (more…)
The Opera Singer
Lorna stands erect, shifts her gaze toward the ceiling, and assumes a regal pose…Whatever she has decided to do, it is going to be good. It has been a busy week. Lorna has diligently followed her routine of field service, rising early each day and working into the late afternoon (more…)
Where is Eric When You Need Him?
As Lorna looked at the unseemly surroundings, she could feel her heart beat faster, her hands locked in a tighter grip on the steering wheel. The shark-like nose of Lorna’s car, a blue-green Saturn she had years ago christened “Huffy,” gradually veers to the right. It slows and glides to (more…)
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