and disappeared into Manhattan traffic, Georgia let

her insides. Dark spots danced across her vision. The original Georgia had starved herself for yea

ce of chocolate, only to find rows of organic, gluten-free oat bran. By the kitchen doorway, Martha

e sound of brisk, heavy footsteps crossing the foyer.

chen into the front hall. Halfway across the marble floor, her kn

k wife collapsed straight toward him. On pure reflex, he l

lid wall of his chest, the crisp scent of ceda

gh his suit jacket, a loud, snappy fema

e nearly cracked my skull! He better write me a ten

arted around the foyer. Nobody was there except Martha

. Georgia's eyes were closed, her lips

m out cold? Just wait until that divorce paper is signed, I'm booking

crystal clear and drippi

n his cheek. In sheer shock, he yanked his arms back. Without his support, Georgi

ce cut off, leaving the

t his throbbing temple. For years, he had taken heavy neurological suppressants to control his manic

e, Martha hurried forward,

d I call Dr

ld breath, shoving down

on't let her die on

and together they hauled the uncons

ers curled slowly into a fist. Turning sharply, he strode down the hall to his

swallowing them dry. Yet the phantom voice shouting "Holy shit" echoed in his memory. With a sharp tug, he loosened h

k on her forehead, completely unaware that she had just blown her cover. Down in the st