Showing results for "Stella" in Literature & Fiction

Roger Folger, age 61, recently lost his wife, Stella, but her spirit hasn't wandered far. In an all-too-earthly way, Roger converses with her disembodied voice in the privacy of the home they shared for many years, and you can bet Stella talks back. Roger fills her in on the latest about their kids and neighbors, while she tells Roger what heaven's like—picture the Ritz-Carlton in Florida, managed by Saint Peter. Worried that Roger is lonely, Stella decides that he needs a new woman in his life. But once he begins to date, Stella grows jealous.

This time, it's murder but there's no body and no motive. In fact, there's no evidence of any foul play except for the word of a nosy busy-body with night-vision binoculars. Despite big bucks, I suggest we pass on this case but Sam's family butts in and of course, it explodes in our face. Now, we're hip deep in a whole lot of shit better left to the police. The good news? No more Joey. We moved into the loft above our new office space. The bad news? They're demolishing the church next door and the jackhammer's sent our kitten into therapy.