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Coach didn’t know Chopin from Mozart, but oh how he tried when they first started seeing each other. The memory made her smile until she glanced in her rearview mirror and thought the Caravan creeping up behind her could very well be her sister. Emily turned up the car stereo to drown out the [...]

Here is Chapter Two in its entirety. Tomorrow I will begin installments of Chapter Three: “Here a Snafu, There a Snafu, Everywhere a Snafu.” I welcome you to share this with your friends. A writer’s life can be solitary…and even more so in these challenging times. I welcome your thoughts. [...]