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He stood up. тАЬGreat, Inza, just fine. You replace an editor whoтАЩs a
nitwit with one whoтАЩs a certified member of the undead.тАЭ
 тАЬLazloтАЩs going to be a lot easier to get along with.тАЭ

Sanson began to pace, as best he could in the cluttered living room.
тАЬYouтАЩre still going to have to come up with some more pages of your
memoirs.тАЭ

тАЬNow that the pressure from dear Rudy is gone, IтАЩm feeling inspired.тАЭ

He returned to his chair, nearly tripping over a ceramic salamander.
тАЬFine, IтАЩll come by Friday afternoon and we canтАФтАЭ

тАЬIтАЩve been thinking, hon, that we could work a lot more productively if
you were on hand.тАЭ

тАЬMeaning?тАЭ

тАЬOn hand, on deck, aboard,тАЭ she explained. тАЬWhat I mean is, live here
in the mansion. There are plenty of spare bedrooms and, as you know, I
had that gourmet kitchen installed with all the handsome cabinets and racks
forтАФтАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm a writer, not a chef,тАЭ he informed her. тАЬI have a house. My
computer is there, my files are there. My privacy is there, Inza. No, I donтАЩt
want to be moving in here.тАЭ

тАЬVery well, dear. I wonтАЩt press you,тАЭ she said, grunting as she raised
her bulk up from the chair. тАЬYouтАЩre sure there arenтАЩt any other little problems
youтАЩd like me to solve for you?тАЭ

тАЬNo, please. No more black magic.тАЭ He rose and headed for the way
out.

тАЬAll right. IтАЩll be expecting you Friday, around two.тАЭ She started
lumbering toward him.

тАЬAround two, fine.тАЭ He departed before she could bestow a farewell
hug.

****

As the afternoon waned, the weather worsened. Driving down the
winding road from InzaтАЩs hilltop mansion, Sanson encountered not only
heavy rain but crackles of bluish lightning and closer and closer rumbling
booms of thunder.
 The politely liberal FM station he usually listened to in the car seemed
to be broadcasting nothing but static and he switched to the only jazz
station in the area just in time to hear the nasal-voiced disc jockey