I have been to therapy courtesy of the rather marvelous Dr. Singh, who was recommended by Ian Manning, my Talamascan friend. Dr. Singh met with us in her London office just as if I was a mortal who was in need of relationship guidance. A most extraordinary experience! And Louis actually came with me.

Athena, we should definitely see a therapst.

Where the hell are you?!

You have some explaining to do. Exactly why is Nicki free? You just let him waltz out - ah, no! You did more than that! You gave him a ride out! What the hell has got into you? Answer your phone, damn it!

It's been pointed out to me that six months is a fairly long absence and that I have returned only with a collection of random thoughts and moods ( Read more... )

“Couldn’t this have waited?” Louis stood by the door.
 “Absolutely not!” I held a gorgeous emerald jacket up against him. He made a face.
 “Are you models?” The cashier divided her admiration between us.
I wrestled a black sweater from Louis. “Yes, but he’s so difficult to work with.” He snatched it back ( Read more... )

“What now?” he said, but he followed me into the garden pavilion.
“You’ll see.” I steered him into a waiting chair. All was in darkness.
“Just tell me it’s not a circus.”
The lights clicked on. I heard Louis gasp.
Three-hundred-and-sixty-degree projection had recreated New Orleans with a depth and richness that startled even me. Thick vegetation ( Read more... )

When the message reached me that Nicolas de Lenfent was about to die a secret part of me rejoiced ( Read more... )

So Louis and I screened Deadpool last night ( Read more... )

Has anyone seen a black-haired waif? I seem to have lost one.

Louis owes me big time ( Read more... )