All four people in the room peered out the window, trying not to be visible to the suit-monkeys disgorging from the limo down below.
“They have to buzz up to get in, right?” James said.
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Maxim said. “Also I’m going to assume they won’t all take the elevator.”
“How strong are your—” Marcy said, and then she heard sounds of banging metal and breaking glass from below. Continue reading
“I didn’t know that it was going to work,” Maxim said. The minivan cruised at an urban pace from traffic light to traffic light. “It was just a lark. We’re supposed to include a mountweazel or two as copyright traps. So I put in ‘marycela’ as one and defined it as ‘a lottery winner’. I didn’t tell her! Not until she won the lottery.”
“It was very sweet of you,” Marcy said. “Of course now everybody knows my secret true name. I’ve been Rumpelstilskinned.”
“Turandotted,” James tossed in. “And now nessun dorma indeed.”
Marcy inhaled as if to speak, and then paused with breath suspended as if to keep anyone else from speaking first. Then she said, “I don’t think Karly will be sleeping, with all those cats.” Continue reading
To: Cathryn Espy
From: Maxim Patryshyn
Hope you like your dictionary entry. Let me know what you learn.
Cathryn read the email on her phone as she sat in ÖL with James, waiting for whoever was in that black limo to go away. She replied: Continue reading