[for alan_shore]
[Takes place after Day One of the Great Reshelving, yet to be written]The teakettle was screaming, it was a toss-up as to whether the stuff in the oven or the stuff on the stove would burn first, the apartment looked like a laundry basket and a bookbin had waged a messy and casualty-heavy war, her cellphone was ringing, and Alan Shore was at ( Read more... )