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Lesli meets Kisa and sparks fly

Lesli meets Kisa and sparks fly

Apr. 2 | Kisa’d had a few last minute things to tend to at the studio. So, lunch wound up being changed to an early dinner. Keith came up out of the subway, squinting against what was still a fairly well lit day. When his vision cleared, he spotted Kisa...

Keith’s high hopes are dashed

Keith’s high hopes are dashed

Mar. 19 |             “Uh,” Keith asked, “you want something from the fridge?” Already heading to the kitchen. “Anything cold. Thanks.” He got her a can of ginger ale, grabbed himself a beer. Poor thing, had a blackout....

Lesli shows up and makes herself at home

Lesli shows up and makes herself at home

Mar. 12 | Keith staggered into the lobby of his apartment building looking like death warmed over. Jesse’s sub was on duty at the reception desk. A disagreeable blue-eyed blonde, Germanic as best he could tell, chiseled cheekbones, legs nearly up to her...

Lesli gets a good laugh at Keith’s expense

Lesli gets a good laugh at Keith’s expense

Mar. 5 |  Lesli briefly froze, going through a few mental clicks to make sense of Keith’s remark. Then fell out laughing, pitching forward, blouse bulging. Finally she collapsed, spilling from her chair to the floor. Howling. Keith stared at her like she...

Talking shop down at the deli

Talking shop down at the deli

Jan. 29 |   Keith didn’t wake until late the next morning. Sat up and felt great. Having figured out the solution to his Lesli dilemma. Just not the execution. One thing at a time. He owed himself a pat on the back and was going to give it to himself....

Keith meets Butch and Sundance

Keith meets Butch and Sundance

Jan. 22 |             Keith was so absorbed in his reveries that it surprised him when he found himself outside his apartment building. He greeted Jesse at the desk and was headed to the elevator. “Mr. Jackson?” Keith turned....

Keith can’t pull the trigger

Keith can’t pull the trigger

Jan. 15 | Sandwiches finished, Keith and Kisa took their sodas and started walking toward the IRT. They got to the nearby entrance and then stood to the side, letting the mad foot-traffic come and go past them while she continued filling him in on her ex-husband’s...

Kisa fesses up to faking it

Kisa fesses up to faking it

Jan. 8 | They sat on leather-cushioned wrought iron benches outside a gyro bodega in the small park behind the Chrysler Building. A stone’s throw, basically, across the street from Grand Central Station. Kisa dabbed a drop of cucumber sauce from her lower...

Kisa lured Keith into her hotel room

Kisa lured Keith into her hotel room

Jan. 2 | Keith had studied Kisa there in his London hotel’s lobby as they’d toasted his good fortune to be fully booked up back in New York and she’d sipped her drink. She had a marvelously girlish smile that thoroughly disarmed. They’d found themselves...

Kisa’s message takes Keith back in time to a road tour and London…

Kisa’s message takes Keith back in time to a road tour and London…

Dec. 24 | Keith woke surprisingly refreshed. Hopped out of bed, went straight to make coffee, promising himself that soon as he was thoroughly conscious, he’d call Lesli. And be careful not to mess up. There were two messages on his voicemail. One from the...