“Grrr! Argh! Blech!” Circling the shopping district"s downtown lot for the third time, I begged the parking gods to graciously relinquish an open spot. Everyone and their mother roamed the streets in frenzied pursuit of supplies and their cowering sanity. A vicious blizzard barreled toward Wharton County, and all four towns had flipped their lids in fear of Doomsday"s imminent arrival. I insisted Madam Zenya"s premonition of the disaster was a hallucination despite worrying she often hit the proverbial bullseye.
“Was that gibberish? Are you speaking English, Kellan?” Lara, a late-forties former supermodel turned news reporter, bellowed through the staticky phone. We"d met the previous year when she moderated Nana D"s mayoral debates. After the charming Ms. Bouvier had co-investigated a su
