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Jessie stirred her coffee, unsure of what to make of what her friend just told her as they sat in the kitchen of her house. “So, what do you think?” asked Riana. “I’m not sure what to think. It w...


Stacey saw James to the door leading to the garage. “I’ll be waiting up for you tonight,” she told him. “I’ll be looking forward to it,” James said, kissing his wife goodbye. When he was gone, St...


Riana was swimming across the length of the pool just under the water’s surface. A shadowy haze above told her she was no longer alone. She broke through the surface of the water just as Stacey w...


Stacey wished James would hurry up and go to bed. Sure, it was interesting hearing about his trip, but she really wanted to get on with Riana’s journal for once and for all. The curiosity was kil...


“Riana, come on. It’s time to get up.” Riana blinked her eyes open. Sunlight now flooded the large bedroom. She then focused upon Stacey who was in her uniform. “I know you’re not used to getting...


Stacey inserted the key into the lock of Riana’s door as she balanced the packages on her hip. She stepped into the cool, dim room and closed the door behind her. Next, she dropped the packages o...


“Oh, my God!” Stacey heard Emma exclaim from the kitchen. “I didn’t recognize you at first. You look so different!” Stacey entered the kitchen a few seconds later to find that Riana’s hair was no...


May turned to June and the weather got even hotter. Riana only saw Stacey over the next couple of weeks when she was either cleaning or getting her mail. Despite the disappointing lack of contact...


As soon as there was enough light, Riana stepped outside the guesthouse with a small white box tucked carefully under her arm and placed it down on the ground. Through teary eyes, she retrieved t...


The hours ticked by as Riana entered sweeps, listened to music and cooked up a meal of fried chicken, rice and veggies. It wasn’t until the sun began setting that she began to feel bored, restles...


Stacey gazed out the back window and into the yard. There was no sign of Riana, who had now been living in the guesthouse for three weeks. Riana’s blinds were open, but the lights were off, so sh...


Judith took a bite of her baked scrod. “Is it good?” asked Conrad. Judith looked up and glanced across the table at Conrad, just as a toddler began wailing a few tables away from theirs. It wasn’...


Riana was walking her bike through the gate at the side of the house and into the backyard two days later when Stacey emerged from the back of the house carrying a box. What got Riana’s attention...


Riana took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, tucking any stray hairs that might’ve fallen from the knot she tied her hair in. The time had come to clean Stacey’s house. She wasn’t sure if she was...


Riana was entering a series of daily sweeps when she heard a knock on her door. She rose to open it. Stacey stood outside. She looked lovely in her floral sundress, hair pulled back with a shiny ...


The Present… Stacey wrapped her legs around James as he pumped her higher and higher. Their bodies were slick with sweat. The sheets were damp beneath them. Stacey moaned in ecstasy, eyes closed,...


The Past… Come Christmastime of 1992, two months after her spat with Stacey, she would learn that having a single woman living next to her wouldn’t necessarily guarantee her any more peace than a...


The Present… “Damn her!” Stacey huffed, gazing out the spacious kitchen window and into the backyard. “What the hell does she think she’s doing?” “What? What is she doing?” asked James with conce...


Fifteen Years Ago… “Is she spying on me or what? Just what is it with her?” Riana wondered aloud as she and Mark sat by the pool with Kara and Randy the next day. “I asked her the same thing,” sa...


Stacey put her Kindle down in her lap and gazed at her sleeping husband beside her. She watched him sleep for a few minutes, then placed her Kindle on the nightstand by the bed and quietly left t...


Ten minutes after speaking with her husband, Stacey came through the guesthouse door without even knocking. Riana quickly brushed aside her tears. She’d be damned if she’d let the bitch know that...


Riana checked out the mini-refrigerator as Blondie, her cream-colored rat, found a comfortable spot on the floor between some boxes in which to curl up and nap. She hoped she wouldn’t feel too cl...


Stacey Abbington drove her Camry into the double-car garage and closed the door behind her with the remote that was clipped to her visor. She went to the door that led straight to the kitchen and...


Written in 2007, Revised in 2020 “Hello, my name is Riana Brennan. I’m calling about the ad for a live-in housekeeper.” “Hi, Riana. I’m James Abbington,” came the masculine reply at the other end...


January 05, 2022

Epilogue in The Wrong Sister

It has been a year since I shot and killed Lisa. Even though the actual act of killing her had been easier than I expected, and even though she would have killed me if I hadn’t killed her, I was ...


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