This is what she almost says, as her mother leaves the room:

I cry your pardon.She screwed it up. In retrospect, her failure seems seamless and total, one mistake leading to another, although there are places she can highlight--throwing away the gun, that was smooth. She didn't look up. She froze up, in the face of a talking spider. She let a car ( Read more... )

This time, they're actually in the Taos infirmary.

It's infinitely late at night, and a CAT scan has confirmed that Rose could probably go to sleep.

She's not asleep. "Kaylee?"

When you go down the stairs outside Bryant Park, into the subway station, if you're headed east or west it's all right. There's another flight of steps right there that will let you board the 5, 6 or 7. If Kaylee and Rose were headed straight for McCarren Park and the Black Water concert, they could take the 7 all the way into Brooklyn ( Read more... )

The invite comes in the mail, although there's no postage; dropped in the box. Pretty good card stock, professional printed or at least printed by someone with access to a high-powered color printer. It says:

You are cordially invited
to Emmy Hogan's
totally amazing
end of summer
pool partyThere is some pretty good male eye candy on the front, ( Read more... )

"Ok." Rose comes through the door, not just with her backpack slung over her shoulder, but her arms hanging with plastic bags. She hooks a foot backwards to kick the door closed behind her, the operation not being helped any by an elderly but enthusiastic and curious Welsh Corgi. "I got the stuff for chili."