Read from the beginning We were both out of our minds, electrified by the ghostly vision we’d just seen, and for several minutes we clung to each other on the floor, struggling to find our heads. Dimity shook it off faster than I did. Soon she was grabbing me firmly...
Read from the beginning There are two kinds of people in the world: those who call him Ringo, and those who call him Reginald. His mystery seemed to grow, his story was woven into every moment. He was ahead of us and behind us, making plans, having them blow up in his...
Read from the beginning My mood was considerably changed. I suppose it was the bullets whizzing past our heads, the angry French expletives, and our narrow escape that disabused me of my fancy for finding a cozy barn to spend the night. Warm or cold, light or dark,...
The last orange embers of sunset were fading in the west when we crossed the border into Pennsylvania. Shadows were gathering and sight was dim, but we had clear sky with stars and a gibbous moon overhead. By the moonlight I could see the landscape changing from the...
“There’s just one problem, Bo. We don’t know how to get there.” “We’ll head east and stop to get a map.” “Oh good. So you have some money.” She didn’t wait to hear my answer, which would have been that I had two dollars and fifteen cents. Starting the engine and...
Uncle Ringo pulled up next to us on the motorcycle and removed his helmet. He didn’t bother with formalities, he just gasped with urgency, “Did you get it?” I withdrew the talisman spoon from my pocket and held it up. “May I?” he said. He took the plain wooden spoon...
