Chapter 19: The ActorBecause I couldn’t write—no thanks to Manning Dawn and Colton occupying my mind—I busied my late afternoon with some sin. Clearly, I had crossed yet another line as a landlord. Listen…
Acting wasn’t my strong suit. Some would have disagreed with me. Hell, I might have earned an award on that snowy and cold March day. In my mind, I had called my afternoon play, Andy Unbound, and thought:
Time: between four and five o’clock.
Place: Templeton, Pennsylvania. Oakwork Drive. Lakeside.
Set scene: homebound writer finds it mysterious that, almost daily, one of his paying tenants leaves the Colonial (a mutual residence) and returns hours (maybe four or five) later. The writer is fascinated and he follows the tenant, learning of his whereabouts and…
Should I be forgiven for
