Where I live, summer (aka fire season) runs until November 1, so we’re about 3/4 of the way through. To prevent constant checking of the fire scanners, I’ve been applying myself to the “A change is as good as a rest” philosophy, working on projects, both handwork and writing, some of which have been waiting for years.…

© 2022 Shelley Adina Chapter 1 Saturday, October 12, 1895 8:20 a.m. “Propriety?” Freddie Linden’s voice rose in disbelief. “Papa, after all we have been through to find you—facing death at gunpoint, near drowning, to say nothing of keeping ourselves and you out of gaol—your concern now is propriety?” Professor Ruldolf Linden gazed at his younger…