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”
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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”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 15
Not only had Matt had the joy of getting up late this morning, but in rushing to make a lunch, he had realized he had not picked up anything to replace the turkey he’d finally finished. Today he had to make do with dry rye bread and even drier cheese. The apple turned outContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 15”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 14
Matt was late for work the next morning, for which he blamed Ada Silberwetter. It was not her fault; he knew that. He was so exhausted after an evening of conversational combat that he should have taken to his bed as soon as he and his mother got safely back to the apartment. Instead,Continue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 14”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter Thirteen
Three meals had been spoken for; the bonbon in the gold wrapper had departed, perhaps to return one day. Ada announced there would be tie enough to solve five murders before anything like food arrived. The dim light of a candle and gold-shaded globes in the ceiling fell now upon the body of evidence:Continue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter Thirteen”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 12
The crisp, bright host led them to a table by a window. Matt stayed way back, damp and sagging in a suit which had already seen a full day’s work. Fog drifted past, outside the window. He was glad that it was outside and he, at last, was inside. Warm and damp was betterContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 12”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 11
Matt took a fraction of a second, standing on the bottom step of the bus, to look for Marshall Silberwetter, or, more likely, one of his aides. Marshall himself would probably not bother to venture out into the thighbiting wind just to witness another of his wife’s assignations. That fraction of a secondContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 11”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 10
Holly had worked herself into a fine froth over the narrowmindedness of parents, the nosiness of aunts, and, particularly, the wholly unsatisfactory qualities of stepgrandmothers. “I mean, like she’s tried it! Huh! I bet she’s the villain in the book. Miss Skull would be a good name for her all right: she’s deadly. ThatContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 10”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 9
The sandwich gone, Matt was scribbling a lyrical passage about a cake with black icing that might fit into the Monochrome Interlude when someone told him “Not much in the dukey crowd today.” Looking up, he found Carleton Nairn, a cup of coffee in one hand, settling into the seat Linda had vacated. Continue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 9”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 8
Precisely at twelve (one and one-half hours after his first break and two and one half hours before his next), Matt pulled the door of his cubicle shut and carried his brown paper bag to the nearest lounge. He bought a can of Diet Coke from the machine and sat down at the sameContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 8”
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