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The Yesterday section’s back. The Morning Commute is temporarily gone, because my commute, thankfully, is now only 15 minutes.

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The Slasher Of Flopsville

Book One of The Director’s Cut Series

"Who's Madame Bosco?" Mimi asked.

Grandpa's eyes widened. "That's incredible. How did you do that? I never mentioned Madame Bosco. Do you feel her presence or was it more of a whisper in your ear? Did the birthmark tingle or change colors before the name came to you?"

"I read it from over there," Mimi said and pointed at the white shed in the middle of the backyard. Above the shed was a neon sign that read "Madame Bosco."

"That's not so incredible, then. But it's still pretty good. Most people can't make out the cursive letters when they are not lit. Did the birthmark tingle...never mind."

"Who was she?"

Grandpa stood next to Mimi and studied the sign. "Some day, when you're ready, I'll tell you who Madame Bosco was. Until then, it's best if you try to forget the name." He sighed. "Did you know that people used to come from all over to get an audience with her? They thought she was a fortune teller." He chuckled and shook his head. "She never gave up hope that I'd find you though. There are some days that I miss her so much..."

"Was Grandma Madame Bosco?"

"Yes."