Don’t miss this.
It’s been a long day in Lower Alabama. The den at Chez Lady Writer may be quiet but if you peer into the room at twilight you can make out the ChaRActers right where she left them: John Porter and NotLucas on the sofa, Guy of Gisborne in the LazyBoy, and Harry Kennedy standing at the window looking at the sky, right where he was the on the night a star fell.
They knew in their bones what it meant but none of them could bring themselves to speak and make it real.
Finally, Harry Kennedy cleared his throat. “Cup of tea, anyone?”
Guy grunted a negative but the other two just shook their heads.
“Are you sure you should go out there? We don’t want to intrude, yeah?” Porter asked. Harry shrugged.
“I suppose you’re right. Leave the family to it.”
Guy grunted again. NotLucas sighed heavily. “Something to…
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