For Elisabeth Bervel (nee Fooks). Taken too soon. I thought we had more time. You were one of my biggest supporters and I hope you knew how much I appreciated it.

CHAPTER ONE


I strolled onto the grassy lawn of the Mapleleaf Flea Market toward Mads’s vintage clothing stall, waving a piece of paper in the air in front of me. A most excellent piece of paper. Of all the pieces of paper in the world, this one was by far my favorite.

I handed her the check I had received yesterday morning with the post and she peered at it curiously.

She gasped, her eyes widening "Shut up."

"Yep." I beamed.

"Shut up."

"Royalties, baby," I said. "I'm a bona fide songwriter. The Kiss Off is a freaking gold mine, who woulda thought?"

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