He wanted to call a cab, but this was not allowed. “We do have a car or two around the place,” Ada pointed out. Within seconds of her summons, one of the numerous Silberwetter relatives/employees brought around a modest brown vehicle probably used only for driving past taxpayers. Still in slippers and robe,Continue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 25”
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LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 24
There were still things Matt wanted clarified: tombstones and skulls tumbled in his brain among automatic cameras and the deplorable results in candid photography as a hobby. He picked up a picture he had examined three times by now: Ada, her blackmailer, and a small square wooden stool. The front told him nothingContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 24”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 23
Matt had seen a lot of these poses before, of course. The third of three boys in the family, he could hardly have grown up ignorant of certain pictorial journals. But it was different when they were all performed by the same person, not to mention a person you knew. AND a person whoContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 23”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 22
The snow crunched under, and into, Matt’s shoes. Not knowing the protocol of such things, he had gotten out of the cab and sent it away when he was still a goodly distance from the gate. Seeing an uneasy man approach on foot, the gatekeeper, already disgruntled at being dragged away from Saturday morningContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 22”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter Twenty-One
The first glimmer of sunlight was a great relief to Matt. As long as it was dark, he felt rather obliged to stay in bed and try to sleep. Whenever he dozed off, however, he found himself in the year-end party room full of corpses he had imagined for fictional purposes, except that atContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter Twenty-One”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 20
Opposite the restroom and the janitor’s closet, in the little side corridor, was an open doorway screened for tonight with a large grey cubicle partition on wheels. At other times, the cozy room beyond might serve to house small gatherings of men and women whose decisions would be blazoned in large black letters inContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 20”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 19
Her eyes flashed with the petulant outrage of a little girl caught in the cookie jar, thinking it very unreasonable of you to have come into the kitchen at that precise moment. Then her eyelids lowered. “Your mother think of that?” “I don’t need all my fingers to count to nine,” MattContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 19”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 18
Matt growled at the paper plate on his knee, rehearsing what he should have said. He gave himself points for being able to conduct a conversation at all around mouthfuls of calzone, but he was convinced he had said at least three stupid things to each person who stopped him to chat. Had heContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 18”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 17
Muzak and mistletoe but more to the point were the mugs of egg nog clustered under a large statue of a bandaged finger in flight. Not far away. Trays of glasses—wine and soup—surrounded an artwork made up of the exclamation points from a hundred junked typewriters. Mugs and cups had been in straight linesContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 17”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter16
No one attempted to kill Matt that afternoon. Outside the city building, a light snow gave the huddling, hustling crowds a bit of sparkle. The sight lowered Matt’s blood pressure. He slowed down to enjoy the array on the plaza: the big Christmas tree with perhaps too many snowmen hanging on it, the massiveContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter16”
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