1908, Ida Crenshaw’s cottage in Baltimore
The night after Ida’s father died, his despondent Saint Bernard, Eight, lying at the foot of her bed, farted. The dog jumped up and spun around to look as if something had nipped at its butt. Ida, grieving and unable to sleep, rose to open the window. The relationship was new.
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For the past month or so, I’ve been on a time-consuming, mentally exhausting journey to learn the ropes of marketing and promoting an Indie novel. This morning, when I got up to continue writing EPISODE TWO of The Black Jellybeans story series, I felt like I was at home, where I belonged again.
JT
While riding his bicycle across the Cedar Avenue Bridge over the Jones Falls River on his way to Baltimore from Roland Park, Jim Eberton realized his left wrist had swollen and turned blue. He could barely grip the left handlebar; it was so painful. Ahead was a broken-down wagon with a tense horse.
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