After five months of terrible dates, Gigi wrote a poem, on the type of man who could NOT be her boyfriend from now on. I thought it would make the perfect introduction to the new chapters spinning around in her head.

As all accidents are about to happen, or strange encounters take place, fate stands at the edge of the road waiting to announce itself, an unseen signpost, an unseen hitchhiker.

Ignoring Dad must’ve done something to his masculine ego, because only a couple weeks after Ms. Sandee stopped pushing herself on Dad, he started paying a lot more attention to her.

Penelope was in a rage when I arrived at the store.

I went right up, tiptoeing so as not to arouse family or boarders.

The carpenter ants at the union hall read the posters on the opportunity board and massed for the task. George the Squirrel had asked for a contractor’s team to do some steep remodeling work as half his tree home had been bruised seriously by hurricane winds.

Gigi took a break from men and dating, trying to clear her head. She took an even longer break from writing about them… because after 30 chapters of writing about all that wasn’t working out, let’s face it, Gigi got quite discouraged.

Elysian Fields apartment complex. I carried the toolbox and the hose up three flights of stairs. The apartment where I had to reassemble a waterbed vibrated from the sound music blasting. I knocked loudly.

Rodriguez’s long legs take the battered stairs three at a time.

Two weeks later on May 25th, little more than a month before the assassination of German Chancellor Hitler, above the Prinzregentstrasse the enclosed gardens of Albert Entrater were thriving.