Monthly Archives: March 2016

Chapter 20 Her Grace said, “Scroll down.”  The software program converted her voice to digital data and compared this to its files and found it similar in many respects to another file.  The program responded electronically and then converted a series … Continue reading →

Chapter 19 Jack and Lee had fallen very easily into the habit of a long phone call each day.  She was sixteen hours ahead.  He would call her each night at 9:30, lunch time for her, for a half hour, … Continue reading →

Chapter 18   Alvin Yan watched Dvora Schacter and Jack McDonald leave his office.  Both of them were trained athletes.  Dvora’s duck-footed walk would only be a giveaway to someone who knew dance.  Others might assume that Mr. McDonald was … Continue reading →

Chapter 17 The man walked back into the Tenderloin, careful not to make direct eye contact.  In San Quentin a look could get you jumped.  A stare that challenged might get a man killed in Folsom.  Here in the City, … Continue reading →

Chapter 16   Dvora and Jack walked the eight blocks to the police station. He worked to keep up with her as those tireless dancer’s legs reached out.  He watched the bunch and flow of the Gluteus Maximus under her … Continue reading →

Chapter 15 Meghan hurt.  She had hurt worse when she dislocated her shoulder and they tried to put it back in.  But, she knew she was hurt really bad.  So, why didn’t she hurt worse?  Where was the pain?  She … Continue reading →

Chapter 14   Jack was a kid again.  He had a bedroom of his own in a house.  In his dream he didn’t sleep on a sagging couch in the aluminum shack on wheels that his parents called home.  He had … Continue reading →

Chapter 13    Dvora Schacter, consulting choreographer and former prima ballerina, looked down at the man she had nearly fallen in love with.  She seldom took men, they were normally so weak, but this one had shone like a bright … Continue reading →

Chapter 12    Her Grace sobbed.  The few tears she shed dried quickly in the thin mountain air.  A nurse entered the great room, bowed respectfully and asked: “Your Grace, may I help in any way?” Her Grace realized this … Continue reading →