![]() ![]() ![]() That’s my story anyway, and I’m sticking to it. Maybe because I wrote the novella while on a cruise ship, my Washington State geography took a serious hit. Unfortunately, I’ve also come up with egg on my face. Even without the newsletter, I’ve heard from several readers who have already read it. Still Dead means Beau is back, thirty two years and counting. All I can say is, better late than never. Last week with all the wedding hoopla, I somehow missed the memo that I should have written the newsletter LAST week in time for the pub date of Still Dead this week. I have it on good authority that our air quality right now is worse than Beijing’s due to forest fires burning to the north of us in British Columbia. I’m guessing I’ll be finishing my steps inside the house today rather than outside. ![]()
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