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Life Among the Stones – First Kiss (Chapter 12)

Posted on January 20, 2019

The morning began with a light rain that gave way to sparsely clouded skies before the lunch hour. Alberta slept in and, upon rising, commented, “O dear, what did I miss?” She was looking at the wrinkled clothes she had slept in for over 12 hours. She had no idea how it happened. “You were exhausted following that walk, Mom. You didn’t even want dinner, only to sleep. Remember any of it?” Her daughter’s question received only a confused stare in response. She watched as her mother thought hard, working her way back through the hours to that moment Jenny was referring to, but it was gone – likely permanently. “I’m sorry if I caused you any difficulty … or embarrassment, Jen. O my,…

Life Among the Stones – Edinburgh (Chapter 10)

Posted on January 17, 2019

The Principal Edinburgh Hotel on George Street had been a Scottish landmark since its opening two centuries earlier – a favourite lodging of luminaries like Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott.  It had never been constructed as one structure, but was an amalgamation of five different buildings that eventually became the one prominent Edinburgh hotel.  Alberta couldn’t recall it from her youth, but the fact that some of the world’s great authors and poets stayed there when in Scotland appealed to her publishing experience.  Robin had been able to secure them a suite.  It had recently undergone a multi-million pound refurbishment, reclaiming much of its earlier glory and reputation. Things only got better as they entered the door beneath eight massive pillars and walked into a lobby…

Life Among the Stones – Heading North (Chapter 9)

Posted on January 15, 2019

The steady rhythm of the rails was both soothing and consoling for Alberta.  She gazed out the train window as it passed through the Lake District, wending its way ever northward, through England’s green rolling hills and valleys, from Hertfordshire to Yorkshire and on to Northumberland.  She and Jennifer had arrived at London’s Kings Cross station at mid-morning for the five-hour journey into the heart of Scotland. The idea had been Robin’s, and it had been brilliant.  The seasons had shifted and summer was making its resplendent presence known.  The familiar rains were at a minimum only at this time of year, and the sunshine filled every nook and cranny of the British Isles. In the weeks following their lunch at La Porchetta, there were increasing moments of…

Life Among the Stones – Closing the Desk (Chapter 5)

Posted on January 8, 2019

“It must be this way, Amit – the magazine deserves our best and I can’t deliver at that level anymore,” Alberta said firmly.  “My God, I will miss this place.” She uttered the words as a kind of benediction, filled with reverence and emotion. Amit Laghari, a proud and accomplished magazine publisher with East Indian Brahman origins, leaned back in his leather chair and observed this woman who had been so instrumental to his own success at Society. He had been fully unprepared when she arrived in his office, sat respectively on the chair opposite his, and informed him of all that had transpired in the last two days. If she was feeling the quiet tragedy of it all, she didn’t reveal it.  It could have been like…

Life Among the Stones – Prognosis (Chapter 4)

Posted on January 6, 2019

Robin had arrived in the morning, having taken the train directly from Paris to London.  Fully briefed by Jenny on what was transpiring with their mother, he cut his trip short by two days and arrived in time to prepare lunch for all three of them.  As the aroma of vegetarian quiche wafted through the house, Jennifer and her mom set the dishes on the small round ceramic tabletop in the alcove overlooking the garden. The air was rife with pleasantries, all attempting to stifle the tension.  Elizabeth Fairborough had called only an hour before to say she was waiting for one final test result that would come in over the noon hour, and that she would be immediately by for a late lunch.  Nothing in her voice…

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