![]() It really doesn’t get much more domesticated than that. was doing the San Francisco Examiner crossword, and I was figuring out our spring vacation plans. It was eleven o’clock on a Friday night in late October, and we were cozily tucked up in our master bedroom at 321 Cherry Lane. The only option not available to me was staying home. We could do an eight-day Adriatic cruise or a fourteen-day grand tour by rail. Everything from private guided tours with personally tailored itineraries to culturally themed coach tours. There was a bewildering array of options. ![]() ![]() I could practically feel the venerable blue of the Roman sky beneath my fingertips. Walk in the footsteps of the Colosseum’s ancient gladiators! Cruise canals in a golden gondola! Live La Dolce Vita! read the cover of the brochure I held. Hm? I was studying the colorful travel brochures littering my lap and the raw-silk ivory comforter. Here’s to having the courage to turn the page and go for your Happy Ever After. ![]() ![]() Then, to complicate matters, Christopher’s ex turns up out of the blue, suggesting the body may belong to Christopher’s former personal assistant. Mystery author and sometimes amateur sleuth Christopher Holmes is now happily (all things being relative) engaged to be married and toying with starting a new career as a true-crime writer when he learns a body has been discovered in the backyard of his former home. ![]()
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