PSI-1 Milo paused with his coat halfway off. There was a baseball on the dresser. He checked the window first. It was not impossible the…
PSI-4[What’s This?] Hyacinth banged open her own back door without knocking or checking to see if she was going to hit anybody. That was usual.…
PSI-2 He knew she was noticing the scars. She had her head against him and she wasn’t looking, but she was stroking his arm and…
PSI-2 Milo heard unhappy baby noises in the kitchen and winced. Aw, you poor kid. Lucy was cutting teeth and that was no fun for…
PSI-1 Hyacinth regarded Barnaby. Barnaby regarded Hyacinth. He was standing with both hands on the upstairs railing and looking down. She was standing amidst boxes,…
PSI-2 Milo opened his door at five in the morning and detected breakfast. Not a faint indication of breakfast that might’ve been made in the…
PSI-2 Calliope grabbed Milo before he could even hang up his coat. He stiffened like a department store mannequin and his hand became a frozen…
PSI-2 Calliope was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and playing with the balusters under the curved handrail. She was wearing a clean white…
PSI-2 Hey, Ann? “Hmmm?” She had been fastening Calliope’s bright red glitter flower to her red satin dress and she looked up at Milo in…
PSI-3 “I’m going to put you on a twelve by thirty-six canvas!” Calliope declared, sketching. “Or bigger! Like behind the bar in a saloon! I’ll…