Aside from Roy, Tony was the only one who had access to that freezer. And that’s when Roy realized that since chickens had absolutely not been included in the original inventory, it must have been Tony, and Tony alone who had stored the chicken there in the freezer.
Maybe he wouldn’t have killed himself if he could have just seen the glimmer that Roy could. Maybe he would have seen that hope was possible. If only Tony’d been there to see this chicken. Even in his intense sorrow, Roy could look forward to the future, a future where he wouldn’t be alone any longer. And it was going to be the key to Uma’s heart. This chicken was going to become a roast chicken. Because he had big plans for this chicken. But he wasn’t going to let his emotions get in the way of his plans.
Now, though, you can read her explorations of loyalty, love, and conflict wherever you might be.And if he’d been back on Earth, he would have been alone there too. In a different time, you'd find her before a bonfire, or with a mug of ale and a lute, spinning tales for all who are in earshot. When not exercising her creative muscles, she has been known to tame the relatives of beasts in the wild-feral cats. She lives in a Nevada desertscape with her husband, and a rotating collection of cats and sons. Whether from wild adventures into the desert to climb sand mountains, poking around little-known archeological sites, or visiting bazaars and inner cities, she came out of that time with a love of culture and an all too sharp awareness of culture clash. She writes romance, science fiction, and fantasy, but will go wherever the story takes her.Ī daughter of diplomats, her early years were filled with many cultures, both very much alive and long turned to dust, as well as people who pondered great thoughts and/or were grand pranksters. Margaret McGaffey Fisk is a storyteller whose tales often cross genres and worlds to bring the events and characters to life.
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