Mrs. Slabost By Tommie W. WhitenerMay 1, 2017 “Good morning, Mrs. Slabost. How are you?”, I greeted her as my secretary showed her into my office. “Oh, fine,”…
Pickin’ Shed Blues By Tommie W. WhitenerApril 1, 2017 My hunting partner, Casey, had been shooting ducks over the flooded rice fields of O’Brien’s Ranch at Willows since his…
The Gold Bazaar By Tommie W. WhitenerMarch 1, 2017 Incorrectly advised that all the shops would be open even though it was the morning of the Muslim sabbath, Svetlana…