Oh, Don’t Try to Save Me!

Ned lets out a low whistle as he follows Mingan into the shop.  “Nice job, man.”  He surveys the resurfaced exposed brick walls, live edge wood shelving, antique carved marble and wrought iron display tables, and, finally, the refinished stone and hardwood floor. “I guess it does look pretty good.”  Mingan says with a touch …

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If I Worked My Hands in Wood

“I don't know what's happened to him.”  Anelisse says to her childhood friend.  “He's gone native.” “He went to America, not Polynesia,” Naomi laughs.  “You wouldn't reconsider?” “He's living in obscurity over there, and giving away his fortune here.”  Anelisse shakes her head in dismay.  “It makes no sense.” “A midlife crisis.”  Naomi reassures her.  …

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One More Thing

“Anelisse,” Leo says, his voice straining. “Be reasonable,” she says. He adds a few more drops of boiled water to his coffee, a thick, dark, potent brew he'd forgotten he missed. “Try it for a season.”  His spoon glides through the light froth gathering along the curve of his cup, first clockwise then counterclockwise. “The …

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