When Complications Arrive at your DoorThis is the missing epilogue for Complications, the last in the Mann of My Dreams series, and takes place on May 30, 2005. Chronologically, this isn’t the last of the Sidebars; however, it is the last I wrote. As a chronic fiddler, all goofs and gaffes are my own.
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On the desk was a silver-framed photograph of the man with his arm around…Fuck me sideways with that goddamned grapefruit spoon. It was Miss Jones, the woman who’d worked at the WBIS at one time.
“Mark?”
I shook my head. The woman would have to wait; I had too much other stuff to do just then.
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It was a few years since Rebecca Godard had been required to use the names Smith or Jones. She’d worked a menial job that was far beneath her level of education—she had a degree in
