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Beginnings

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August 22nd, 2021 Posted 7:47 am

Sunday is for beginnings, where we take a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker™. Prompted by what’s in the news, how about today we do The Right Side (not a Chet and Bernie novel, although the moniker was used)?

“Just want to make sure I’ve got your name right.” The man – Machado, read the tag hung around his neck – swiveled sideways to check his computer. The chair made a squeaky sound, intolerable to the woman sitting on the other side of the desk. It sparked a headache in the spot where her headaches got sparked these days, a headache that then blossomed like an explosion in slow motion, so slow you might have thought it would peter out, or be easily stopped. She knew better.

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Beginnings

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February 7th, 2021 Posted 8:39 am

On Sundays we do beginnings – taking a look at the first paragraph or two of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker. How about today we do The Right Side, the novel that came between Scents and Sensibility and Heart of Barkness? Those two are part of the Chet and Bernie series and The Right Side is not. It’s also not canine-narrated, and there are many other differences as well. If you’re interested in the Peter Abrahams side of Spencer Quinn, this might be where to start. (More info at peterabrahams.com)

“Just want to make sure I’ve got your name right.” The man – Machado, read the tag hung around his neck – swiveled sideways to check his computer. The chair made a squeaky sound, intolerable to the woman sitting on the other side of the desk. It sparked a headache in the spot where her headaches got sparked these days, a headache that then blossomed like an explosion in slow motion, so slow you might have thought it would peter out, or be easily stopped. She knew better.

Machado – Dr. Ernest Machado, Psychiatric Services, according to the name tag – squinted at the screen. “Still getting used to these darn progressives,” he said, tapping his glasses.

“Poor you,” she said.

Dr. Machado shot her a speedy glance, returned to the screen, nudged his glasses a little higher up on his nose.

That glance? Furtive, she thought. Or had she said it aloud, called him furtive to his face?

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Veterans Day

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November 11th, 2019 Posted 9:01 am

Thank you.

And here’s a little something from The Right Side:

“Hello,” the officer said. “Destination?”

“Canada.”

“Somewhere specific?”

“We’re just driving around.”

He looked past her at Goody. “Vaccinations up to date?”

“As far as I know.”

“As far as you know?”

“Yes.”

“Passport.”

Passport. Hers was the red, military kind. She remembered seeing it somewhere. LeAnne opened the glove box. Stuff fell out. She fished around in the glove box, found the passport, handed it to him.

“Military,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Meaning you’re traveling under orders. Orders to just drive around?”

LeAnne said nothing. Goody yawned one of her huge yawns. Did that mean she felt totally unthreatened? That was good to know.

Now the officer was examining her passport photo. “Turn to me, please.”

She turned her face to him. He saw what there was to see, hardly reacted at all. Then he looked past her again and pointed. “What’s that?”

The Bronze Star was hanging from the open glove box.

“A medal.”

“Can I see?”

LeAnne handed him the Bronze Star.

“What’s it for?”

LeAnne didn’t answer.

The agent turned the medal over and read aloud the inscription on the back. “’Heroic or Meritorious Achievement.’” He handed her the passport and medal, tapped the roof, and said, “Enjoy your visit.”

 

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Beginnings

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October 6th, 2019 Posted 7:54 am

On Sundays we do beginnings – taking a look at the first paragraph or two of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker. How about today we do The Right Side, the novel that came between Scents and Sensibility and Heart of Barkness? Those two are part of the Chet and Bernie series and The Right Side is not. It’s also not canine-narrated, and there are many other differences as well.

“Just want to make sure I’ve got your name right.” The man – Machado, read the tag hung around his neck – swiveled sideways to check his computer. The chair made a squeaky sound, intolerable to the woman sitting on the other side of the desk. It sparked a headache in the spot where her headaches got sparked these days, a headache that then blossomed like an explosion in slow motion, so slow you might have thought it would peter out, or be easily stopped. She knew better.

Machado – Dr. Ernest Machado, Psychiatric Services, according to the name tag – squinted at the screen. “Still getting used to these darn progressives,” he said, tapping his glasses.

“Poor you,” she said.

Dr. Machado shot her a speedy glance, returned to the screen, nudged his glasses a little higher up on his nose.

That glance? Furtive, she thought. Or had she said it aloud, called him furtive to his face?

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