Oops, sorry. My grocery cart – the push-along container for food that old guys use as a walker – was blocking the way. They should have traffic rules and lanes in here! Can’t you move? says the white-haired lady, sixtyish, rushing. She gives me the evil eye. I smile....
Editor’s Note: We’ve all read stories that keep us enthralled the whole way through. For me, “Empty Pages” is one of them. Since readers interpret stories in their own ways, I asked Joram: What inspired this story of crime and love, and what message...
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“Relevance is a malleable term.” I had dinner last night with Sophia Lass; bless her sweet nature. Ricardo was lucky to have her as his lawyer in my novel Jellyfish Have Eyes. She begged me not to steal her thunder by divulging the outcome of her efforts....
