Summer Garden Picnic Menu

– Lemon herb grilled chicken, served with chopped grilled vegetables and olive tapenade
– Freshly baked baguette, either to be eaten with butter or served with the chicken
– Zucchini salad with lemon juice, olive oil, salt and pepper, and herbs of choice
– Basil infused Panna Cotta, served with peaches- Infused water, with lemon, strawberries, and chocolate mint

When I was coming up with a menu to celebrate the beginning of summer, I wanted something fresh. The Mediterranean style fit this best.
As with most of the recipes I invent, I have a basic idea, and then throw in what I feel like at the time. So, as much as I’d like an exact recipe to give you, this will actually depend much more strongly on your own taste.

For the chicken, I wanted it served with something, such as a sauce. I wanted the sauce — or whatever it might come out as — to be contrasting with the chicken.
I marinated the chicken in the juice of a whole lemon, olive oil, salt and pepper, and oregano. Season as you like, and with what herbs you have. I personally like tart flavors, and especially aimed to have the chicken very tart from the lemon juice, which not only gives a pleasant flavor, but also tenderizes the chicken.
Grill the chicken.

I decided, for the sauce, to grill peppers, tomatoes, and an onion. I picked these vegetables because they often have a fairly sweet taste, which seemed like the contrast to the chicken that I wanted.
Grill the veggies and mash or cut or blend to your desired texture.
I added some olive tapenade to the mixture (ended up with a little more than I wanted, but it depends entirely on your own taste), and added a few seasonings like salt and pepper and parsley. The result was exactly what I wanted.
I put some of the mixture on the chicken to allow to ‘soak’ for a few minutes.

Serve the whole thing with baguettes or other bread or starch of choice.

I shaved zucchini in a classically Italian style, dressing it with olive oil and vinegar, and seasoning with salt and pepper and parsley.
Technically, this step in the meal is quite adaptable. You can do a salad instead, or more grilled veggies. However, I like this style of doing zucchini, and wanted a refreshing, simple side to go with the rest of the meal.

And now, at last, an actual recipe, since I am not enough familiar with panna cotta to do it without yet… Recipe from the French Women Don’t Get Fat cookbook, by Mireille Guiliano
– 1 Tablespoon unflavored geletin
– 2 Tablespoons cold water
– 1 cup 2% or whole milk
– 2 cups heavy cream
– 1/4 cup sugar
– 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
– fresh sweet basil
First warm the milk some and put in the basil and allow to soak for a while. Continue as instructed below, after allowing the basil to flavor the milk and then draining it.
1. In a small saucepan, sprinkle the gelatin over the water and let soften for about 1 minute. Heat the mixture over low heat until the gelatin is dissolved. Remove from the heat.
1. In a large saucepan, bring the milk, cream, and sugar just to a boil over moderately high heat, stirring once in a while. Remove the pan from the heat and whisk in the gelatin mixture and vanilla. Divide the mixture among eight 1/2-cup ramekins and cool to room temperature.
3. Cover with plastic film and chill for 4 hours or overnight.
4. Run a thin knife around the edge of each ramekin and invert on the center of a dessert plate.

The Harvest Festival

I pulled up outside of Tom’s bookshop – the same spot where I’d park my bike and go in to play with Emily. It was a carefully chosen spot, because it reminded me of the happy memories of growing up in a small town… and I needed the happy memories.

I stayed in my car, allowing myself time to look around – take it all in. My eyes moved over the bookshop, down the street, past the diner, the general store, the gas station further off, the beautiful little alley…

The trees – rich golds and browns – were a little bigger, the signs a little faded, one or two places changed, but it looked much the same.

I didn’t look at the café opposite the bookshop though. I couldn’t.

There was a gentle tap on the window, and I saw Tom, looking much the same as I remembered, grinning at me.

“Tricia, good to see you!” he shouted through the window.

I got out of the car, keeping my back to the café.

Even as I talked with Tom, I couldn’t help wondering if Phil was looking out the café door – as he often would – watching me. Waiting for forgiveness.

“You here for the harvest festival?” Tom was saying. I could tell he was asking a different question, and I answered it.

“Debbie couldn’t come, and asked me to fill in for her,” I said.

“I’m surprised you came,” he looked at me sidelong.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“A festival seemed a good excuse to visit.”

After all, I did come back because I didn’t want the memory of it to hurt anymore. I’d left so quickly, blind to the happy things. Seeing my hometown again, the crisp autumn air blowing down the street, the sound of kids playing in the lot by the church… I suddenly realized how blind I’d been.

I wanted to remember everything the right way.

I looked around at the café.

Phil was there, standing in the doorway, grinning at me.

He looked at me just as he always had; ready for a laugh, a shoulder to cry on, understanding.

Suddenly, that old, stupid argument didn’t matter.

“It’s OK to let the past go,” Tom said in a soft voice. “He forgave you.”

Phil nodded to me, a simple gesture that meant, “Go on, I’ll catch up in a bit.”

I smiled, nodded back, and turned back to Tom.

“How is Phil doing, anyway?”

Tom looked at me suddenly, a strange look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I thought you heard,” he said, “Phil died in a car accident, back in July.”

I stared at him, and then turned back around to stare at the café.

It no longer looked as it had always done growing up. It was dark inside; the door was shut and a “Closed” sign hung on it.

“I thought…” I shook my head. “He was there, Tom.”

Tom put a hand on my shoulder.

“You don’t need to worry about the festival, Tricia,” he said, “We can manage – go ahead and take some time.”

I did.

But maybe it was that I’d just seen a ghost, or visiting my hometown, or sad and beautiful autumn colors, or maybe just hearing the familiar sound of kids playing… I didn’t want to be alone.

About 8:00, I wandered down to the harvest festival. The activity was winding down, but I knew from my own fond memories that there’d be lots to do, especially if you were helping clean up.

“Tricia.” it was Judy. “Good to see you!”

She was happy as ever, but I could see the sympathy in her eyes. She hugged me a long time.

“How are you doing?”

I shrugged my shoulders, wiping my eyes.

“Been better,” I said, choking up.

Really, I wasn’t that sad. I don’t know why – maybe it was just the relief of knowing it was OK.

But I didn’t want to do dwell on it, not right now.

“I was wondering about the reroofing,” I said, after a moment. “Do you still need help with that?”

We chatted about other things, my eyes going over the messy, festive church grounds.

Maybe, just maybe, I saw Phil’s face, calm and pleased, looking at me from the church doorway. But it might have just been my imagination.

Elvey’s Adventures: The Conditions

“Coombs,” the first monster spoke, “Don’t harm the detective.”

The gun Coombs held lowered. The henchmen and Hughes relaxed a little.

The monster turned his attention to Elvey, craning its huge neck forward. There was a frown on his face.

Elvey stared back at him, smiling.

“You knew – how?” He asked.

“It was a gamble,” Elvey answered, much calmer than he had been a minute ago, “But it made sense. Is Donaldson drifting through the half-realms, or was it always you?”

“He does drift,” the beast replied, “I only took his place when you went back to the past.”

Elvey nodded.

There was a long, strange silence.

“Alright then,” the beast said, standing upright and towering over Elvey, “Who’s won – you or us?”

Elvey smiled.

“No one,” he said, “I have you where I want you, where you can’t harm anyone. I just had to get you caught in the trap as well as Coombs. I set the Kairos Snare so that this room is out of time and space. But I’m trapped here too, and I have to make sure you don’t figure out a way back. So, I would say it’s an impasse – would you agree?”

“It would seem so,” it said, “But I cannot accept it. And you are in no condition to stop us, not while you aren’t completely healed from the injury we inflicted.”

Elvey nodded, a grave look on his face.

“You’re right,” he said in a low voice. He went on slowly, “But I’ll just have to deal with that. Now – shall we join the others?”

The monster briefly nodded.

Elvey muttered a word and they all appeared, the fog lifting slightly.

Everyone except Coombs jumped back, upon seeing the monsters that filled the room.

Coombs stared at the leader, and then said, “This can’t be how it ends, master.”

“Elvey,” Hughes said, standing, “What’s going on?”

Elvey, laughing slightly, said, “It would take too long to explain. Suffice to say, I’m sorry, but we’re outside of space and time,” he turned to the leader and said, “Unless you agree to my conditions.”

The monster roared with laughter, the sound making them all shy away from him.

“You give me a choice between remaining in this room for all eternity – and you have not reckoned with my sense of eternity, Asgardian though you may be, or my skill in escaping traps. Or agreeing to your conditions, which will be worse and fatal, no doubt, to my kind! What do you think I would choose, Virgil?”

Elvey didn’t answer right away. He looked at the enemy, smiling slightly.

“I must have really hit a nerve, to get you riled up like that,” he muttered.

“Answer me!”

“Well, if I understand you correctly,” he said, “You think you’re powerful enough to overthrow me and gang your original objective, of controlling the earth realm – correct?”

“Yes,” the monster answered.

“But the earth realm stands even less of a chance than just me,” Elvey continued, “That’s not very fair for them – in fact it’s downright petty to pick a fight, never mind claiming power over, an enemy that doesn’t even know you exist. You either forget it, or you earn it!”

The monster paused, his glowing eyes flickering.

“What do you suggest doing about it?” He asked.

Elvey took in a long breath.

“Since I’m the only one that stands a better chance, I suggest a duel – you and me…”

The monster laughed.

“You fear me, anyone can see that!” He said.

Elvey, smiling a little, said, “No one said there was anything wrong with that – it will make for an epic battle, if I win. So what do you say; stuck in here for all eternity, accept my demands, or a duel? You have to admit, I’ve made some excellent points.”

The monster laughed again.

“Very well,” he said, “I will accept your duel.”

“Great – you accept my duel, that means you accept my terms,” he said, suddenly pulling a paper out of his jacket and handing it to the monster, “You cannot go back.”

The monster read the paper, the flames glowing hotter within his eyes.

“I cannot accept these conditions!” He bellowed, flinging the paper away.

“You already did.”

“Very well…” the monster answered in a growl, “Let’s get it over with.”

The monster turned to Coombs, placing a huge hand on his head, rapidly changed – disappearing in a huge fog and falling into Coombs.

“Elvey,” Hughes said, quickly standing and going around the table, “This is wrong! What are these conditions?”

“Don’t worry,” he said, “It’s not possessing Coombs or anything like that. It’s replaced the appearance of Coombs – something it’s done before. The real man is safely in the half-realms, drifting. The beast is limited to the strength of an ordinary Asgardian, which means he only has a slight advantage over me.”

The Monster-Coombs, who had stood still glaring at them, slowly approached.

“Only a slight advantage? You forget – you’re only a gatekeeper, from a family of gatekeepers,” he said, in a dull, inhuman tone, “Come, where do we fight?”

“Dickson,” Hughes turned to the henchman, “You can’t agree with all this – this isn’t right!”

Dickson, staring at Coombs, said, “You’re right.” He turned to the other men, “I’m not going to work with this. You can do what you want, but this isn’t something we should be playing with.”

He put his gun down, and quickly left the room. The other men stared for a minute, looking around uncertainly, and slowly, one by one followed Dickson out.

Elvey caught Hughes’ eye, saying, “They can do something better than just leave. Tell them to shut down the power to the building.”

Hughes nodded and quickly turned to the door. She stopped turned back and saying, “What about you? You don’t stand a chance.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” he muttered, going on, “Don’t worry about me – I’m doing what needs to be done.”

Quickly, he turned away, pulling something out of his pocket. It shone, and he threw it down in front of him, shouting, “OK, let’s do this!”

Photography Friday: Zoe

I’ve mentioned we have a new puppy. Well, I am here to introduce her to you!


We’re not sure what breed Zoe is, besides lab mix. It’s possible she’s part goldie, because there are characteristics that strike us that way. Or even flat-coat labradoodle. One thing that supports that idea is that she doesn’t shed much (….. although that might just be puppiness…. who knows).

This is my first time having a puppy this young, with little training, so it’s been an exciting experience.
The change and work can be a bit overwhelming, but in the end, I am extremely thankful for it. It’s been a good lesson for me in patience, discernment, and flexibility.

One reason why I was pleased to get a mostly-untrained puppy (now about 14 weeks old), was because I’ve never wanted to train a puppy. I’ve always had the luxury of having a dog that’s already trained, and I was pleased with that. Partly, it was nice to not have to deal with that, but I’ve always been worried I’d train a dog horribly, so I’ve never wanted to try it.
Then I started to realize, that was pretty lazy of me, and, when we got Zoe, I decided I wanted to prove to myself that we could train a puppy….. at least partly. We will probably do lessons with a friend, but to at least know I’ve helped train a puppy somewhat would be a satisfying accomplishment.

………… And we’ve made progress! Zoe is still a crazy, biting-obsessed puppy, but she’s learning, and so am I.

I am definitely hoping to be able to train her well enough to be able to take photos for my business, maybe selling nice dog accessories!

Have a great Friday, everyone!

Photography Friday: Manmade

I was going to share pictures of our new cute dog, but I’m not sure where my camera is right now (right now I can blame the weirdness on the new dog), so I thought I’d do something different.

As I mentioned last week, I tend to mostly take nature photos. However, one of the most interesting things to photograph is manmade things.

As we all know, trains are immensely interesting and fun to photograph. I couldn’t resist the urge, with this old train in a park in town.

This photo was taken in the days when I remembered to put my camera in my purse at all times (Hmm. maybe I should check to see if my camera is there…..). As I was walking along this ledge, I enjoyed seeing the interesting difference between distances. I believe the rocks below, on the right, are smaller than the ones on the left, but I may be wrong.

These poles are very interesting. For one thing, they look fun to climb.
If the wind blows in just the right direction, the wires ‘sing’. It’s beautiful, and sounds slightly more musical than an airplane passing overhead.

Aah, this was taken on a memorable day.
My sister and I were going to walk at the Bosque, and then it started snowing heavily. We skipped walking, and ran some errands before going back home for a snow day.

Hope you all have a great weekend!
Happy Friday

Elvey’s Adventures: Bringing out the Beast

Elvey watched as Steve and Liam slipped out through the side door.

“That’s the last time I’ll see them,” he muttered.

“You’re not getting sentimental, are you?” Donaldson said, watching him.

After a short pause, Elvey said, “Do you ever feel like you’ve just come to the end of something, and whatever is next will be great… but there will be nothing like what you’re about to leave?”

“Since I’m dead – no,” the other said, laughing, “Now, we need to focus. Hughes needs our help.”

Elvey turned and looked at Detective Hughes.

Little had been said after older-Elvey had been killed.

Hughes had sat down in the chair and sat staring at Coombs steadily.

Coombs had also sat down and was staring into space.

The henchmen returned to their positions around the room, but they were all watching Coombs with fixed, concerned expressions.

Elvey slowly approached Coombs, muttering, “What’s happening? Something’s wrong.”

One of the men stepped forward, saying, “Coombs – what do you want us to do?”

Hughes looked at him, her expression changing.

“Something’s wrong,” Coombs said quietly.

“He knows I’m not dead,” Elvey said, glancing at Donaldson, “He must have heard – from his friends – somehow.”

“Elvey, stick to the plan,” Donaldson said in a low voice.

Elvey shook his head.

“If he knows – it’s too late,” he said.

The conversation had continued. Elvey quickly fell silent, listening.

“What do you mean?” The guard asked. He glanced uncertainly at one of the other henchmen.

“This is a trap,” Coombs said, standing quickly, “They’ve laid the panels for the garden program in here.”

Who has?”

Coombs, in a low voice, said, “I summon five warriors.”

Nothing happened. Coombs looked at the man with a mixture of triumph and dread.

“See,” he said, “I cannot use energy from the realms while those panels are in place.”

“Steve locked the door when he left, right?” Elvey whispered, backing up.

“Yes,” Donaldson answered, “He can’t open it.”

“How could that be, sir?” The guard asked, “You just summoned a warrior to eliminate Virgil.”

“Must have happened since! Someone else is here…” his voice faded, and his eyes opened wider, “Unless…”

Coombs ran to the Older-Elvey’s body.

“No!” Elvey yelled, kicking one of the chairs.

The kick had no effect on the chair – didn’t even make a sound – but Elvey grimaced, gasping and putting a hand to his wound. Bent over, he leaned against the chair, and looked up at Coombs.

“This is not Elvey!” Coombs yelled, “Or rather…” he shook his head, laughing slightly, “He is too old.”

The others stared at him, confused.

“Time and matter is collapsing… perhaps,” he looked at the dead man, “Somehow… an Elvey from the future replaced the real Elvey…”

“Sir, do you realize what you’re saying?” The head guard asked.

This man is not Elvey, and I sense that Elvey is still alive,” Coombs said, glaring back at him, “Therefore, what I just said is true!”

“He knows,” Elvey muttered, standing upright, “We’re losing – again.”

He looked at Hughes, and at the same time, Coombs turned to her.

“Dickson,” he said, “She’s our bargain.”

Dickson gave him one last doubtful look, and then aimed a gun to Hughes’ head.

“I’ve failed,” Elvey muttered.

“Don’t give up so easily!” Donaldson said, “You can stop him.”

“Elvey,” Coombs suddenly spoke, “Reveal yourself, take down the panels, and Detective Hughes lives.”

One of the henchmen had gone and tried the side door and elevator.

“We’re locked in,” he said.

“Of course we are,” Coombs answered, continuing, “Elvey, I’m sure you heard me. There won’t be a second warning.”

“The Kairos Snare is in place, isn’t it?” Donaldson asked.

Elvey nodded.

“Then all we need to do is delay him until he’s caught!” He said.

“How can I? I’m stuck here, just like he is – I can’t do anything,” Elvey said, and then his face cleared, “But you can…”

Hughes had started talking, trying to reason with Coombs and Dickson.

Clearly you were mistaken, Coombs,” she said in a calm voice, “Elvey is dead – so you don’t need to kill me.”

She finished by looking at Dickson.

Dickson wavered, though his gun stayed level.

“Coombs,” he said, “I agree, I don’t think there’s need for this kind of threat.”

“Are you a coward?” Coombs growled.

“I don’t want to kill unless I need to, sir,” the guard answered.

“This is what he wants,” Coombs said, going to the nearest henchman and taking a gun from him, “We’re playing into his hands.”

“Quickly!” Elvey said, “If you act, you can stop this. Don’t you realize, if Hughes dies, all reality will really unravel and the world will end.”

“What can I do?” Donaldson asked, “I’m dead – an echo in the half-realms.”

“You are connected to the half-realms! You can draw power from it without the limit Coombs and I have by the panels we set up. Quickly, though, or everything – literally – will be lost!”

Donaldson looked at Hughes and Coombs.

Dickson had lowered his gun, and quickly gone around the table, standing between Coombs and Hughes.

“Sir, please,” he said, “This isn’t necessary.”

“Quickly, Donaldson – before he acts,” he said.

“Very well,” Donaldson said slowly. He added in a different, lower tone, “It’s too late for you to do anything, Elvey.”

Donaldson suddenly changed, his face morphing, becoming less like a face of a man and more like stone.

The fog that hung over everything joined him, as he bulged and became a huge beast. He was joined by many monsters like him, filling the room and surrounding the people. Only Elvey was aware of them, though the expression on Coombs face changed a little, becoming hard and proud.

Elvey looked around, his face set and rigid.

Photography Friday: Random

It’s been a weird, busy week, due to getting a new, adorable dog. (pictures coming)
So, I’m being different — and lazy — and picking photos to share at random!

Most of my photography is nature, usually because it’s the most interesting thing to take pictures of.
However, I really do like doing urban photography!
This sort of photo in particular is very inspiring for my writing, even if it only appears in passing.

However, I do wish I’d gotten a little less of the railing. It feels a little like one’s camera fell over……………………

Is a photo of a beautiful, hidden waterfall in Colorado.
It’s always a challenge dealing with sunlight and photography, and sometimes I like to let the sun shine where it will.
In this case, it’s definitely not the best picture, but I like the interesting movement in it.

One of my favorite color combinations is pink and green. It’s lovely, I often use it, and it is very much nature-inspired.
I like how one can see the tiny details of these flowers.

Finally, something I like to do is take pictures if bark or moss at this angle. I think it makes it look surprisingly like a landscape.
I remember this moss was very interesting. Although, living in NM, I don’t see that much moss, so it was quite interesting to see in person the moss growing and hanging from the trees!

Hope you have a great weekend,

Happy Friday!

Photography Friday: Rainy Hike

It feels like a good day to share these photos — photos from a beautiful trip to the mountains last or the year before.

We’ve experienced unusually cool temperatures here, which has been extremely pleasant. It’s like an early taste of autumn!

It was a lovely trip because it was rainy and felt thoroughly magical. It was a truly faecore experience.

This is one of my favorite places to walk. It is both cozy and familiar because I remember going here when I was pretty young, and it’s also extremely beautiful for it’s unexpectedly wild scenery and interesting paths. One can easily imagine fairies present.

I’ve seen many interesting creatures, like a baby horned toad and beautiful squirrels. I’m always expecting to see deer or bear, but that hasn’t happened yet.

Here in New Mexico, we’re high altitude, so breathing is a challenge, especially at first. Once one gets going it’s not too bad.

The path I like best goes on a long time, and I don’t think I’ve reached the end. If I remember correctly, it goes to the top of the Sandia mountains.

There’s nothing quite like the sound of thunder in mountains. It’s a stunning, majestic sound. And getting rained on in the mountains is even better.

Have a great weekend, everyone!
Happy Friday!

Elvey’s Adventures: The Ploy

“This is going according to plan, by the way. I have to go, but I’ll be back.”

Elvey muttered a word and the fog hung heavily over the outer world.

A grave, almost sickly expression came over Elvey’s face. He slowly leaned against the wall.

The other Elvey, the older Elvey from the garden, looked at him.

“You alright?” He asked presently.

Younger-Elvey shrugged his shoulder, muttering, “It comes and goes.”

“Let’s go – we have to be ready.”

“Are you sure about this?” Younger Elvey asked.

“You’re not squeamish about watching yourself get killed, are you?” Older-Elvey asked, half-smiling.

The other grimaced.

“I don’t relish it,” he muttered.

He spoke a word and a passage opened. Stepping through, they arrived in a large conference room, with a huge fireplace at the far end.

They were both silent for a minute.

“Right,” the older said, slowly walking down the length of the room, “I think I’ll make my stand here, in front of the fireplace. The light will hopefully shield the fact that I’m older than you.”

Younger-Elvey had followed him, until they both stood in front of the fireplace.

“Well,” he said, “This is it – no turning back after this.”

“They should trace you to this room,” the older said, “Go on – we have a small window for the surprise attack.”

They shook hands, and then younger-Elvey turned and quickly left the room by a small side door.

In the hall outside, he was joined by Steve and Liam, who were both carrying the panels that had lined the computer room housing the garden program. They were both out of breath.

“They just entered an elevator,” Steve said, “What do we do now?”

“Wait,” Elvey answered, “But it will only be a matter of moments.”

He motioned to Steve, and he leaned the panels against the wall, and joined Elvey a short distance away.

“The plan is that the other Elvey will be my decoy,” he said, “Because they’re tracing my movement, so they are partially aware of our actions.”

“OK, so he’ll distract them, and then…?”

“If he’s lucky he’ll distract them,” he said, “But they’ve shown they are more interested in having me killed –”

Steve stared at him.

“You mean… you – the other…” he didn’t finish.

Elvey nodded, saying, “It’s extremely likely he’ll be killed. It was his choice – it’s the only way this will succeed.”

Steve shook his head.

“There must be another way!”

“Steve, it’s too late to figure out another way,” he said, “This is what we’re doing. Now, we’ll need Liam’s help setting up the panels in a moment. Keep him away from the side of the room with the fireplace.”

Steve, shaking his head, muttered, “OK.”

They went back to Liam, who had been contemplating them wide-eyed and brows drawn.

Elvey said, “I’m going in, and I’ll knock on the door when it’s time.”

He carefully opened the door and entered the room.

Rachel was sitting at the table, talking to Coombs. The henchmen stood at various positions around the room. The other end of the room was empty, except for older Elvey, who stood pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace.

Elvey remained where he was for a minute, keeping quiet.

Suddenly, a huge warrior emerged from a passage near the entrance of the room. He looked around, catching sight of Older-Elvey.

The warrior rushed to Older-Elvey; sword raised. Older-Elvey braced himself and engaged the warrior in a brutal but rapid combat.

Younger-Elvey watched closely from the door, hardly breathing, and drawing back.

The older was clearly holding back – he fought with believable vigor but missed several opportunities to overwhelm the enemy.

Then, the warrior suddenly twisted around him… and it was done.

Coombs shouted something at the same instant, and the warrior and Older-Elvey were shrouded in the fog.

Elvey, staring at his older self, let out a shaky breath.

“Stay focused,” he whispered.

Quietly, he knocked on the door. It opened and Steve and Liam appeared, carrying the panels again.

They came in, quickly setting up the panels along the walls. As they passed, Steve exchanged glances with Elvey, and he briefly nodded.

Elvey paused a minute, and then slowly went over to the table.

As he approached, Coombs said, tauntingly to Rachel, “That did not go according to plan, did it?”

Elvey drew back slightly, whispering, “He knows – he is aware of my movements, at least partially.”

“We already knew that was a possibility,” Donaldson said, appearing from out of a dark corner.

“But there’s so much more risk now,” Elvey said.

Patty suddenly appeared, bounding around Elvey and Donaldson happily.

“The crew’s back together!” Donaldson said, patting the dog on her head.

“Where did – she…”

“Apparently, she was in the garden, and came back with…” Donaldson’s voice faded.

“How could she have been in there?” Elvey muttered, not waiting for an answer.

He looked at the work Steve and Liam had been at and went joined them.

“Are you sure this will work?” Steve asked, pausing in setting up the panels on the wall.

Elvey shrugged his shoulders, and said, “I want you and Liam to leave here when you’re done – right away. Go back into the garden and stay there until someone comes for you.”

“You’re not expecting to come out of this, are you?” Steve said, looking at him.

“There’s not much chance,” he answered, “Because even if I win – and there’s a fair chance of that – I’ll be in trouble with my own government. It’s unlikely I’ll see you or Liam again.”

Steve set up the last panel, and he was joined by Liam.

Steve looked at him for a second, and then said, “Good luck, Mr. Elvey.”

“Thanks.”

Elvey looked at Liam, who had frequently stared at him with inexplicable expression on his face.

“What is it?” Elvey asked quietly.

“I feel like I know you – or I should know you…”

Elvey smiled faintly, “In another time you did, Liam. You feel it because of your connection to the Kairos Snare. That timeline is the original – and I had to change it. I’m very sorry I had to, though there was no other way. That’s why I will likely be in trouble with my own government…”

Tales From the Otherworld

The Ramblings of T.K. Wilson

Life in Copenhagen

Life in Copenhagen, Denmark, after moving during Covid-19.

The Misfit Farmer

agrarian misadventures, feats of agricultural exaggeration, plus lessons from a hard-knocking tractor

From The Quill

Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?

Our Northern Homestead

Our adventures growing our own food, and building a more self sufficient, beautiful life.

Styled by Hannah

live your life in style

The Manic Seamstress

Because sewing is cheaper than therapy!

Fresh Frippery

Frills and Frivolity!

Living on the Diagonal

Modern Homesteading, Musings, and More from the Mountainside

The Beauty Beyond Bones

There's More to Life Than a Number

Chaos Coordinated

Inspiring Mom's to Corral the Crazy

Traced Elements

Unearthing Pemberton's food culture

City Homesteading

Practical homesteading for tight spaces and small places!

Grants.gov Community Blog

Connecting the grant community to #LearnGrants

The Good Journey

The Life of a Medicine Keeper

trish stitched

Handbag Designer, Blogger, Petite Apparel Maker

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