Category Archives: The Summer of Capri

A P.I. novel, a work in progress.

Revisiting The Summer of Capri

I just re-read the first six chapters of my novel, which is still waiting to be born, and I am committed to working on it, to having a full draft by the end of the year. After all, the whole … Continue reading

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The Summer of Capri — Chapter 6

There was parking right in front of Erma Black’s brownstone on Macon Street. I perfectly parallel parked the Camry. I rang the doorbell and Mrs. Black came to the door and opened it. “Thanks for coming,” she said, wiping her … Continue reading

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The Summer of Capri — Chapter 5

Ernest and I emerged on to Court Street, merged right into the lunch hour traffic of people. I spied him looking across the street at Brooklyn Supreme Court. I looked over, at the revolving doors, saw people passing through them. … Continue reading

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The Summer of Capri — Chapter 4

It was 800 hours and I was seated at my desk in my office. There’s a 5” x 7” photo of Mikoon my desk, right near my monitor, which she had placed there as a final, finishing touch, as she … Continue reading

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The Summer of Capri — Chapter 3

Back out on Fulton Street, in front of the building owned by Children Are Our Future, a few young women case workers were gathered, smoking and chatting – mostly venting about birth mothers and foster mothers. They both were driving … Continue reading

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The Summer of Capri – Chapter 2

     I exited the office building on Court Street, paused briefly to gather my bearings and take in my surroundings.  It was well after noon and the lunch hour crowd buzzed by me, walking fast and furiously, some purposely.  I … Continue reading

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The Summer of Capri — Chapter 1

             I was sitting in my small office in downtown Brooklyn on Court Street when the buzzer buzzed.  It didn’t annoy me, as the solitary fly had been for the past hour, buzzing by my ears, nose, and eyes.  It … Continue reading

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