Dear Old Dead
“Gregor Demarkian got up early and stood at the window of his living room, looking down on Cavanaugh Street and watching it start to happen. Father’s Day was not as big a holiday as Mother’s Day on Cavanaugh Street—nothing was as big a holiday as Mother’s Day on Cavanaugh Street—but Donna Moradanyan had done her best. In fact, in the week and a half that Gregor had been in New York, Donna had exploded in a riot of creativity, strewing ribbons here, blowing up balloons there, wrapping Lida Arkman...ian’s town house up in crepe paper and paper foil until it looked like the principal present at a surprise birthday party. Not that Lida was there to see it. Lida was out in California somewhere, on vacation. It was the second vacation she had taken since Valentine’s Day. It had Gregor a little worried. Was Lida sick? It was the only reason he could think of that she would take so many vacations.
Bennis Hannaford sat cross-legged on Gregor’s couch, wearing a shawl in defense against his air- conditioning and paging through the People magazine story on the murders of Charles and Rosalie van Straadt.MoreLess
Bennis Hannaford sat cross-legged on Gregor’s couch, wearing a shawl in defense against his air- conditioning and paging through the People magazine story on the murders of Charles and Rosalie van Straadt.MoreLess
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