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Helen raises hell

Helen raises hell

Jul. 31 | Helen St. James didn’t understand the maxim “If it’s working, don’t fix it.” They got started and before long he’d had to throw her out, banish the star from her from own session. Everybody loved Helen — was crazy about the woman —...

Keith decides things could be worse

Keith decides things could be worse

Jul. 24 | Right now, Lesli had raised something else to deal with. “Would you like,” he asked, “to tell me about this your-mother’s-not-going-to-like-me business?” Turned out this was not something to which Lesli had looked forward. Since Mari,...

Dinner goes sour

Dinner goes sour

Jul. 17 | Lesli guardedly watched him as Keith coughed on a mouthful of fries, spitting out bits of short-rib. Managed to wash it down, wiping sauce from his face. He looked in his whiskey glass at specks of meat. What good mood he’d held onto since leaving...

Meeting the in-laws grows complicated

Meeting the in-laws grows complicated

Jul. 10 | That evening they stepped out on the town. They’d gone to see that revival of No Place to Be Somebody at the Apollo.  Leafing through the playbill, he’d idly suggested that it was time he met his in-laws-to-be. She had simply nodded, seriously...

Lesli joins the two-percent club

Lesli joins the two-percent club

Jun. 26 | “I’ll grab something more to eat after I get there,” Lesli said as she prepared to leave for work. “Hit the commissary, then tackle that damned letter to the board. They have got to approve the plan to add a fourth floor. It’s expensive...

Linda’s letter gets on Keith’s last nerve

Linda’s letter gets on Keith’s last nerve

Jun. 12 | Lesli’s ordering-in suggestion sounded good. Keith didn’t feel like cooking, and there should be a law against letting Lesli anywhere near pots or pans around a working stove. He grabbed a menu and picked up the phone. Her usual was French...

Keith’s cousin calls from the pen

Keith’s cousin calls from the pen

Jun. 5 | Keith stood at the living room window, sipping coffee, staring out at a drizzling, early-morning rain, catching hell from Lesli. She was in the kitchen, barely wearing a short, silk housecoat that clung to her curves and, at the moment, was half-open,...

Lesli settles in

Lesli settles in

May. 21 | Lesli looked around and sighed at Keith’s overrun living room that was, she realized, now her overrun living room. What wouldn’t fit, Lesli had either left for Gwen or put in storage downstairs at Keith’s. Still, she had a lot of stuff to...

Lesli and Keith set up house

Lesli and Keith set up house

May. 14 | He woke to Lesli turning her key in the door. Loaded down with suitcases. He watched her struggle to get in the apartment, keep the door propped open, and put her bags down all at the same time. She kicked a suitcase out of the way, the door closed,...

Keith pops the proverbial question

Keith pops the proverbial question

Apr. 23 |   Keith woke drained. Praying, God, if I never do nothing else in life right, please don’t let me do this wrong. Please, keep me from screwing this up. He looked over at a contentedly sighing Lesli. Got up, went into her living room, lit a...