CLAUDE'S MAILBOX

Claude was, in a manner of speaking, working on the hut. He had some vague sense of obligation that if he was going to be living there he should be helping, but there was only so much of Peter's nattering he could take, and he lived in the constant fear that Gidget would show up just to swoon over her bare-chested Tarzan ( Read more... )

Claude hadn't thought that any place on earth could suck more than New York City. Apparently he'd been wrong.

So far, he'd lost his power, Peter had gone one knave short of a full deck, and some crazy Welsh woman had threatened his life. The only bright spot in any of this was Claire, and he wasn't even entirely sure that was a bright spot - the ( Read more... )

"I don't have to do anything!"
"Except fly." *pushes off 30 story building*