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By Casey Mayes

Savannah Stone makes her dwelling growing puzzles for good judgment fans. but if a beginner puzzle maker's quantity is up, Savannah has to fill within the blanks to resolve a homicide . . .

Savannah may virtually fairly drink poison than have tea with Joanna Clayton. not just is the disagreeable lady one of many worst gossips in Asheville, North Carolina, over tea she flaunts her new project growing common sense puzzles for a neighborhood newspaper--one that has time and again became down Savannah's paintings.

But while Savannah's retired police leader husband, Zach, calls her later to inform her Joanna has truly been poisoned, she is greater than puzzled--she's stricken. Will the police give some thought to puzzle envy a powerful adequate rationale and imagine she determined to cast off the contest? It's time for Savannah to style via Joanna's lengthy record of enemies to determine who used to be sour adequate to poison the possible puzzle maker . . .

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Jack Kerouac read at the Seven Arts, along with Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, Ray Bremser, Ted Joans, and other notables of the Beat era. Eventually I started reading the poetry I’d written at an empty dayside typewriter in the newsroom, working as long as I could get away with it. Janice worked at several of the Village espressos as well, including the long-lived Figaro. We discovered a place on East Sixth Street where the proprietor, a follower of Ayn Rand, sold peyote cactus, an indigenous hallucinogen.

But I was not, I could not, not any more than I could fly. I guess I also knew at about that moment that I would never leave her, not ever, that this thing was forever. Your great soul, your world historical figure, would have walked. Not Bob. Not your daddy, children. Leave your mother? No. So like the original Christus and the young man who could not leave the life he knew, I turned my back on the wager and went my way. The census, which my wife worked until virtually the day before she gave birth, was a dazzle of New Orleans strangeness.

I was thinking of towns like Lake Chickasaw, of the whole continent disappearing into times past. There was no chance that an experience like performing in The Cup would ever come my way again. I was too young to be tied down in this way. A world of adventures awaited, across continents and across oceans. A world of beautiful and available women of which the Christus’s daughter, who indeed seemed to like me, was only the first. I looked over at Janice. And I thought, She’s done it to herself, committed to all this too young; she was just a kid.

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