I’m afraid the beginning of classes last week precluded any blogging on my part. With three new preparations, I lived, for a while, in the syllabus and course outline paradigm. I think the classes are all now working smoothly, but the closet/office is still so cluttered with boxes that it would get high ratings on an episode of Hoarders! Office organization is is definitely on the agenda for this week. The most unfortunate aspect in the school start-up is that work on Twin Killing has almost come to a complete halt. Just when the chilly relationship between Nick and Charlie begins to thaw just a bit, and the good guys are starting to sniff out the trail of the real crime, things come to an abrupt stop. I’m hoping to find some time this week to move the story forward. I have about 100 pages so far with maybe 200 more to come.
Meanwhile, our version of an Italian Villa here in South Georgia is still in summer mode. In spite of school, I did hit the pool twice this week. The rain still comes about 4 pm, so there’s not much grilling going on. Aija is back from England and Alek will stop in for a few days in early September before heading to the Met for the fall season.
Composing has taken a back seat to professoring and authoring right now, but I still get occasional ideas and I know one day one of them will take root. I’ll close, as always, with a TK snippet, this time from the bad guys point of view. Bennie Cozzi, Bonacci’s chief Lieutenant is helping to plan the next attempt to kill ball player Shane Hovis.
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and asking around about this Hovis. I discovered that he has a girlfriend.”
“So Mrs. Bonacci was simply a diversion for him.”
“It would seem so.”
“He’s even more despicable than I thought. I want him dead.”
“Okay. The girlfriend’s name is Hatfield Yager. They call her Hattie. Her family is loaded, from the main line in Philly. Here’s my idea: let’s grab her and get Hovis to give himself up for her release.”
“That’s good thinking, Benjamin, but it will take time to get the job done that way. I’m tired of this situation, let’s just take care of it now. I saw in the morning paper that the Phillies are playing in Tampa this afternoon. Take Nathaniel and Louis and create a welcome home party for Mr. Hovis when he returns from the game. I think a near fatal drug overdose may have caused Mr. Hovis to fall from his seventh floor balcony, don’t you?”
Cozzi chuckled, “You know those rich ball players, Mr. B., always living on the wild side! I’ll take care of it and this time I’ll make sure it’s done right.”
“No rough stuff. It must be perceived as an accident. No bruises, contusions, or scratches. Just an injection and then over he goes.”
“Got it,” said Cozzi standing, starting to leave.
“Oh, and Benjamin, I think Louis should help Mr. Hovis over the rail. That will atone for his miss yesterday.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. B., and, thanks for the lunch.
As Bennie Cozzi left the pool area, he passed the pool boy, and couldn’t help but notice the significant bandage around his left hand. Meanwhile, Lester Bonacci lit up a Cohiba and settled in to enjoy the glorious Florida sunshine.
Have a wonderful week! I’ll see you online! -Jim