Wicked Good - Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve               Archer pulled into the garage on Willow Street. The garage door closed behind them. The car engine rattled.                       “I don’t want you to hang around Trish anymore,” she said.             “You can’t tell me who to hang out with.” Rory opened the car door.             “Yes, I can.”...more

Wicked Good - Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven Archer pulled into the parking lot of the Mobil To Go, knowing Rory would be there. His home away from home. She didn’t know where Wayne had gone and certainly did not care....more

Wicked Good - Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten             With only one day of his suspension left, Archer sat in her living room, looking at the letterhead of the heavy linen paper in her hands, running her fingers over the raised seal and reading it again. The Office of Judicial Appointment invites you to interview with the Governor’s Judicial Selection Committee on Friday at three o’clock.  In one week, she would be interviewed to be a Judge. She smiled, feeling surprisingly pleased. She had worked hard. It was a long time coming....more

Wicked Good - Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine             Archer had just finished sweeping “her side” of the garage.  Rory sat crossed legged on the other side. A lawn mower tipped on its side rested in front of him. Gas cans, funnels, and assorted tools surrounded him.             “Do you know where the trowel is to plant bulbs?” she asked....more

Wicked Good - Chapter Eight

 Chapter Eight Archer had made the drive to Bangor General many times. She remembered at least seven. Four to the emergency room—three lawn mower related accidents, one a sledding mishap. Rory was lucky to have all of his fingers. Plus three trips to the psychiatric wing. The first time, he was eight years old. The last, he was twelve. As she drove, she tried Wayne’s cell.  No answer. She wondered if he had forgotten to charge his phone again....more

Wicked Good - Chapter Seven

 Chapter Seven Archer auto-dialed Rory’s cell phone. No answer. She called Wayne. No service. She threw on her clothes and headed into the garage. She would look for Rory at the Mobil-To-Go first, then at Trish’s trailer. Was he still impaired by the vodka? Was he feeling safe? She backed out of the garage then slammed on her brakes when she saw the police car blocking the driveway. She ran to the driver’s window. “Is Rory okay?” ...more

Wicked Good - Chapter Six

Chapter Six...more

Wicked Good - Chapter Five

Chapter FiveSeated at the kitchen table, Archer looked at the document on the laptop screen without seeing it, grateful for the cool air blowing from the pink fan. She was preparing a marital settlement agreement for a couple who was divorcing after thirty-seven years. She represented the husband who had made an excellent living as an executive at the paper mill only to discover his wife had been having an affair with her dermatologist....more

Wicked Good - Chapter Four

Chapter Four...more

Wicked Good - Chapter Three

Chapter Three Archer slammed on the brakes and parked the Subaru at an angle, not caring what cars or school buses she blocked. She should have followed her gut. She should have made him stay home. She jumped out of the car and saw Kara rushing toward her. Archer tried to send brain waves. Don’t hug me, I’ll cry.  Don’t hug me, I’ll cry.  Kara reached toward her.  Archer raised her arms like the victim of a hold-up. ”Just tell me he’s okay.” ...more
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