Chapter 65One Week Later
When I opened the front door of Cruel World Travel, the ring tone played "Caravan" loud and clear. Just like old times.
There was a lot of that going around these days, as I got back to my old routine. Same old ring tone, same old office, same old Duke tinkering around on the same old electronic keyboard. Same old smell of perfect coffee in the air. Just like old times.
Except for the part about me being the personification of Mother Earth, anyway. That part was nothing but new.
"Hey, Duke." I swung my purse from my shoulder and plunked it on a desk. Then plunked myself behind the desk and switched on the computer. "Sounds good."
Duke tickled some high notes, then hit a chord. "It's something new," he said. "Something for you."
"Really?" I looked u
