NOTE: This is part of the new novel I am writing. I am posting it here as a diversion for readers who may be living under shelter-in-place policies while the world waits for the coronavirus pandemic to pass. For an explanation of this project, please click here. To read the chapters I’ve posted in order, click here.
Tumbleweed Motel ~ Coldwater, N.M.
The front door chimed. Morgan glanced up from her spot on the couch, where she was taking inventory of the souvenir T-shirts that had come in from the printer in Amarillo earlier in the afternoon. Seeing that it was Dr. Kavanaugh and not a guest trying to check in, she signaled for her to wait while she finished counting.
“… Thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty — all there, Mom,” she called toward the kitchen.
“Thank you, Sweetie. Let’s put three of each size on that shelf next to the front door and stack the rest behind the counter to keep on reserve,” her mother called back.
Dr. Kavanaugh gave her a wry smile. “You really are fae through and through,” she said. Continue reading Debriefing