John used a small hammer and pried the box open, from the side. “This, Reba, is for you…”
Author: Richard Donnelly
DANDELIONS: A Question of Love
Walt’s sweatshirt was stained with black ink. “I don’t think it’s wise to run an electrostatic screen printer in a dress shirt, do you?”…
DANDELIONS: Murder Most Foul
The aromatherapist seldom had visitors. The ones she did have, were somewhat suspicious. Older men, well-dressed and smiling…
DANDELIONS: The Last Boy Scout
“It’s like the big guys can’t figure things out,” Mack continued. “And the rest of us are left bailing the boat….”
DANDELIONS: Inheritance
She is pregnant with Walt’s child. They were scheduled to be married in November, and really should have moved in together long ago. But the logistics are complicated…
DANDELIONS: What’s Wrong with Omaha?
News-gathering does not originate in the Midwest. The New York Times sends articles to Minnesota. Not the other way around…
DANDELIONS: Voting Age
“I hardly think,” Walt said. “That the baby’s first order of business will be to attend a precinct caucus…”
DANDELIONS: The Sheik of Araby
The four sat around a huge ottoman, drinking tea from tiny cups. A caterer served lamb kabobs…
DANDELIONS: Plaid
“I mean privately. The hidden friendships. The secrets. Remember your story, before you moved to New Orleans, about that old hangout in Baltimore?…”
DANDELIONS: The Posse Rides
“This is row twenty-one. Our vehicle is at… eighty-seven…”
DANDELIONS: Cohorts
Their relationship was based on absolutely no trust. They were nearing middle age when they met, and had been through all that…
DANDELIONS: Tiger, Tiger
“John is an attractive man, don’t you think?” Clara Wenzel sipped tea in her former husband’s large office…
DANDELIONS: Kidnapped!
Reba was in no joking mood. “There’s only one thing to do. We have to rescue her…”
DANDELIONS: Palm Springs
“It’s summer,” she said, lounging at a battered wooden desk, tapping a computer. “Ever heard of vacation?”
DANDELIONS: Good Business
Reba finished surveying her stock. “Let’s just say Walt and I found much to like in John Schatz…”
DANDELIONS: L’evasion Discrète
Schatz stood, holding her hands in his. “Shall this, then, be goodbye?”
DANDELIONS: Ticklish
The phone had a rotary dial. “Does this thing work?” He picked up the receiver…
DANDELIONS: Persistence
“John Schatz, of Cardoza Tile. Your bid is ready….”