Chapter 2: Down the Rabbit Hole Liz manoeuvred past her driver and slid onto the bench seat, she lifted one ankle then the other bringing her feet to rest of the spacious floor in a ladylike manner of someone who had been to finishing school. Liz heard the driver’s door close, the engine start and as they pulled away the driver’s voice over a speaker said, “Make yourself comfortable, Miss Liz.” ...
Chapter 1: Home For the Weekend The key rattled in the lock before turning, with a solid thrust of weight of her curvaceous form the door to her basement apartment begrudgingly gave way. She stepped through the doorway and announced her arrival to her cats descended the stairs to her living space, “Hi kids I’m home. Dabby, Moe?” And at the sound of her voice the cats came racing around the corner and bounding up the stairs with a “puurrpt” curious as to what treasures would be bestowed upon them. Liz continued her way down the stairs being careful not to trip over nor step on the rambunctious. ...