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I'm actually making decent progress on The Lycanthrope Club: Book II.  However, the more I get done the more apparent it becomes that it's going to take at least twice as much effort as the first book.  There are lots of little details to go over - plot revisions, dangling threads that need cutting, additional scenes to be written, etc.  Not to mention two original short stories that will be included in the 'deluxe' edition of the book, i.e. Melinda and Phillip's first night in the woods and the sequel to 'A Nurse in Wolf's Clothing.'  THEN I have to find and retain a (semi)professional editor(s) and new artists.

I'm aware of Lobo Leo's return alfaluna.deviantart.com/.  It's nice to see him back and all, but let's be honest: he's done this many times before.  In all likelihood he'll vanish again without warning, pop up a half-year later and the cycle will continue.  I'm not bitter or even disappointed by this; just indifferent to it.  That said, it's due to this chronic unreliability that I will not be commissioning any additional artwork from Leo.  Sorry.  

I had my laptop looked at and apparently the problem isn't with the hard drive.  If anything, it's either the motherboard or cooling system.  Given the laptop doesn't overheat it's probably some flaw with the motherboard.  I haven't experienced another blue screen for over week so hopefully it's a rare system glitch that won't come up again (for a while).  That said, I'm definitely in the market for a second computer now.
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Hey everyone,

My ASUS laptop has started crashing a lot recently - really came out of the blue since I'm very careful with what I download, run, and install.  Because I need my computer for my postdoc appointment I've been hesitant to use it unless necessary. As a result, I haven't gotten a lot of writing done.  I'm going to take it to a computer repair expert and hopefully get the issue resolved.  I can't afford to replace it and can probably barely afford to fix it now.

EDIT: This is NOT a plea for donations/more purchases!  I'll be OK and should be able to fix it.
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The response to The Last Recruit was fairly positive so I'll keep writing chapters.  I have several long-term writing projects in the works now and I'm making modest progress in all of them.  Not bad, not bad...
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Given the interest in werewolf stories in a traditional fantasy world I dug up a novella I started working on a LONG time ago but put on the backburner.  It's set in a Steampunk-ish world called Amalyst I created as a campaign setting for my gaming group.  Details of the world and its history will be revealed through the story for now.  If there's no interest in it, however, I'll put it on the backburner again.

I'm still working (again, slowly) on book two of The Lycanthrope Club.  I keep going back to earlier chapters and tweaking things, which is a bad habit I'm trying to break.  Then again, this is half a revision, half hard edit job, so maybe this is how it has to be done. 

That is all.
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I was planning on completing at least three requests but I'm going to call it at two.  While many good ideas were submitted, most of them would demand novelette or novella-length stories to do them justice and that's beyond the scope of these requests.  Apologies if I didn't do yours.  I'll get back to editing The Lycanthrope Club: Book II and hopefully I'll build up some actual momentum this time .  

One of the sneakier reasons I opened up for requests was to get a better idea as to what you, my readers, are into reading.  The general consensus seems to be werewolves, more werewolves, and stories set in classic fantasy settings.  Not unexpected, though the interest in fantasy is interesting.  I'll bear this in mind.  

On a side note, The Lycanthrope Club: Book I is now available in pocketbook format.  No illustrations in this version, I'm afraid. but it's far less bulky.  You can buy it here: www.lulu.com/shop/tristan-eifl… I don't actually make a lot of money on these sales (especially when the book is purchased through Amazon) but I wanted to make a smaller, more portable version of the novella available to those whom might want it.  
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Progress on LC: Book II has been glacial.  I think I need to try something new to shake up my writing muscles. 

To that end, I am now accepting requests for short stories (2,000-4,000 words).  Send me your idea(s), I'll pick a few and write them.  I will not publish any of these stories outside my dA page without seeking permission from the person who submitted the idea.  

The topic can be anything.*  I won't write anything too explicit but I'm not adverse to sexual content so long as it isn't outright fetish fodder.  I'll write stories set in the Lycanthrope Club universe so long as they don't feature established characters (or any established characters play only a peripheral role).

That is all.

*Except for vampires and zombies, that is. No fanfiction, either.  

*UPDATE*
I'm in the process of sorting through your submissions.  I can't respond to everyone but I've already started working on some ideas I thought had merit (or just sounded cool).  You'll know if I've accepted your submissions when/if I post the story.

*UPDATE*
One last request to go. I'm still accepting ideas and proposals.
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I try not to use my dA page as a personal blog, keeping the focus on my writing and Daemoneye Publishing, but there IS some overlap so bear with me.

My time in San Francisco has been…OK.
  Not great, but definitely not bad.  I’ve probably mentioned this before, but I’m not a fan of cities.  I dislike dense urban environments, busy streets and large crowds.  Some people love the excitement and bustle of the big city; I just get anxious.  Fortunately I’m living in a pretty mellow part of town and my rental is nice (though overpriced – unavoidable in the Bay Area).  I gave up driving early on and sent my car away for long term storage as San Francisco suffers from a shortage of parking and surfeit of maniac drivers and foolhardy pedestrians.  Walking and public transportation are far saner (and often more expeditious) ways of getting around.  My lab is about what I expected – not great, but not bad either.  I’m a little nervous now that I’m getting into some actual research but I think I’ll do fine.  Financially, it’s about the same as before – things are tight, but I’m doing alright. 

The real problem is that there really isn’t anything here I like.  That is, there’s nothing that interests me that I couldn’t find/do where I used to live.  There isn’t anything that I hate about living in SF but there’s nothing keeping me here apart from my job (and the prospect of future jobs).  It feels like another transition and I’m getting fucking sick of transitions.  When I finished my Ph.D. I was ready to settle down somewhere relatively close, get a steady job, and work on my creative stuff at my leisure without worrying about what will happen in a year.  Maybe that’s no longer possible in the current economy.

Long story short, I still don’t feel settled and it’s hard for me to write when I don’t feel settled.  I warned there’d probably be a lapse in my output when I moved but it’s been even worse than I predicted.

I’ll try to get back to the grindstone, but even if I do buckle down and start writing regularly again you won’t be seeing anything new for a while as my primary focus is The Lycanthrope Club: Book II, which is still many months away from the first revision.  You may see a couple of related snippets now and again but nothing substantial.  There are a ton of things on my to-do list but little time, energy, and creativity to go around.

That’s all I have to say for now.  I’m still alive and haven’t abandoned the project or my writing.  Incidentally, I’ve noticed a minor surge in visitors recently.  Maybe someone linked my dA page or maybe people are checking to see if I’ve returned, but your continued interest is appreciated.

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It's a bit early for it, but Happy Valentines Day to those who celebrate it. 

More updates to come.  Still adjusting to life here.
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Aaand in case you missed it, The Lycanthrope Club: Paranoia is complete!

In twenty-four hours I’ll be moving to San Francisco.  I’ve been staying with my parents since I received my Ph.D. (September) but it’s time to move on.  Hopefully, there won’t be any complications *crosses fingers*  I probably won’t get much writing done over the next couple of weeks or even month.  With that in mind, apart from two side-projects I will focus on finishing The Lycanthrope Club: Book II from this point on.  Don’t ask for an ETA – too many variables, not the least of which is finding new artists.  Dirk Tiede is dealing with chronic medical issues and Lobo Leo has proven too unreliable to work with. It’s a real shame because both did a wonderful job depicting the characters (heck, Lobo’s art was one of the series’ inspirations).  I will probably use Kickstarter to fund the publication costs this time around.

UPDATE

Made it to San Francisco.  It'll take a while to get used to city living, let me tell you!

Important Announcement

I mentioned in a previous post that we’re looking for new freelance artists and writers to expand Daemoneye Publishing’s product library.  We are now also accepting submissions for original material – optional rules and setting ideas/expansions for Universal Decay www.daemoneye.net/universaldec…, short stories (set in our campaign worlds or The Lycanthrope Club universe), scientific/historical articles for source material for table-top RPGs, etc.  Submissions that pass muster will be posted on our “Free Stuff” page www.daemoneye.net/freestuff.ht… for all to view.  You will receive credit for your work unless you wish to remain anonymous.  Authors whose work is published will receive credit for Daemoneye Publishing products at a rate of 0.01 USD/per word at the following exchange rates:

2.00 USD – A full-color pdf of The Lycanthrope Club: Book I

5.00 USD – A pdf of the Universal Decay: Dead Stars Rule Book, 2nd Edition

12.00 USD – A paperback copy of The Lycanthrope Club: Book I, b/w edition

20.00 USD – A paperback copy of Universal Decay: Dead Stars Rule Book, 2nd Edition

27.00 USD – A paperback copy of The Lycanthrope Club: Book I, full-color edition

Shipping is free for all physical products.  Products cannot be purchased using a combination of product credit and other methods (PayPal, debit, credit card, etc.).  You have one year to redeem Daemoneye Publishing credit from the day it is earned; after a year the credit is void.

By submitting your work to Daemoneye Publishing you understand it will be considered in whole or in part for publication on our website daemoneye.net. You certify that it is your own original work and is not published or submitted for publication elsewhere by any individual or organization.  You also agree to exclusively grant all rights to Daemoneye Publishing for all work which we agree to pursue for publication and further understand that your work may be edited at the discretion of Daemoneye Publishing.  

Send your submissions to kiojan@daemoneye.net

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Chapter VI of The Lycanthrope Club: Paranoia is up!  By my count, the six chapters run just over 26,000 words.  What started as a side-story to fill the time between the release of The Lycanthrope Club: Book II has morphed into a full-fledged novella.  The story isn’t over yet, though.  A brief epilogue is still to come and will represent the final chapter of Paranoia.  It shouldn’t take long to write but no promises or ETA – you know how these things are.

A few announcements.  I’ve found a place to live in San Francisco and will be moving sometime late in January (this month) assuming there isn’t any delay in the paperwork.  I may go silent for a couple of weeks while I get settled but I’ll try to keep updating during the transition.

Second, Daemoneye Publishing daemoneye.net is looking for new blood!  One of our goals for 2014 is to expand our product library and network of freelance artists and writers, so if you are or know someone who might be interested in joining our creative team, please contact us: kiojan@daemoneye.net   Please note we are not looking for employees.  What we want are talented, reliable individuals interested in contributing to our Universal Decay table-top RPG system www.daemoneye.net/universaldec… and its various settings – Dead Stars, Dragonfire, Cape and Hammer – on a commission and/or royalty basis.  We’d also welcome those who want to collaborate to develop their own ideas, settings or stories, possibly using our Universal Decay game engine, possibly not.  If you have a cool concept and want to collaborate on, email us and pitch it!

Last, we here at Daemoneye Publishing are considering breaking into computer game development.  Very ambitious, I know, but if we can assemble the required resources and talent I think it’s worth a shot.  Nothing big – maybe an Android platform game, something accessible and easy to develop for.  We already have several programmers but what we really need are artists – 2D artists, 3D artists, animators, etc.  This is a long term goal and we certainly aren’t expecting professional or even hobbyist digital artists to join our team just for the fun of it, but I think it’s worthwhile to put some feelers out and see if we can make any new contacts for when the time comes.  Again, contact us if you are or know anyone who might be interested: kiojan@daemoneye.net

That is all!
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Happy New Year!

Still in the process of moving to San Francisco.  I viewed a couple of units on Saturday and will probably pick one sometime this week.  It's going to be a rough transition since I'm not too familiar with the Bay Area and not comfortable in urban environments, but SF isn't as bad as most cities and the apartments seemed nice so I think I'll be alright.

I've made a lot more progress on the next chapter of the Lycanthrope Club: Paranoia, but given how long it's been it's well overdue.  Here's a preview.

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It looked like any other upper-middle class suburban home – quiet street, trimmed grassy lawn, two-car garage.  Somehow, its normalcy made it all the more intimidating.  

Beverly leaned her bike up against the mailbox and made her way to the gate between the Cooper residence and a neighboring home.  She could feel the reassuring bulk of the shotgun in her backpack as she walked.  She reached the gate and found to no great surprise that it was unlocked.  She nudged it open and slipped inside.

The backyard was also quite unassuming, if a bit bare – a few pieces of aluminum lawn furniture, a gas grill, several plastic garbage and recycling cans, little else.

Beverly nervously licked her lips.  This would be the tricky part.  She had to find Melinda’s bedroom and, assuming she wasn’t there, hide there and wait for her return.  Staying clear of the windows, Beverly scanned the exterior of the house looking for any sign of clue.  Apart from a worn and tattered rain gutter nothing looked out of the ordinary.  

“Shit, shit, shit,” hissed Beverly.

Then, she heard a voice from above.  She pressed herself against the wall and peered up.  Though she could not make out the words it was coming from one of the windows near the gutter.  It sounded like a girl.  

“That must be her,” breathed Beverly.  “She’s upstairs.”

Taking a deep breath, Beverly slowly sidled along the wall until she reached the glass screen door.  She extended a trembling arm towards the lever and pulled.  There was little resistance as the door slide open.  Beverly ducked inside and made a beeline for the stairs.  Heart pounding, she scaled the steps and scampered down the clean hallway in the direction of the window.  She could hear Melinda clearly now.

“…easier to keep in touch.  But it’ll be hard no matter which schools we wind up going to.  After college, I don’t know.  Sometimes it’s easy to make plans but hard to follow through with them.”

Sweat trickling down her forehead, Beverly unshouldered her backpack and pulled out the gun.  She pulled a pair of shells from a side pouch and pushed them in the breach.  She took the safety off.  

“Look, whatever.  We need to work out the fine details.  I’m kind of relieved Cynthia decided she’s going to law scho-…hang on.”

To her horror, Beverly heard the sound of someone sniffing the air.

“Heidi, someone is in the house.”

That was it.  Beverly rose and turned, aimed the gun in Melinda’s direction.

Melinda stepped out into the hall.  She was wearing a clean white shirt, blue pajama bottoms, and grey socks.  When she saw Beverly holding the shotgun the phone slipped from her hands and landed on the carpet

“Not…a goddamn…word,” growled Beverly.
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Not a very productive couple of weeks, I'm afraid.  Got a start on chapter VI of The Lycanthrope Club: Paranoia, but just a start.  Not because I don't have a lot of free time, but a) I'm still working out the details of the ending and b) I've been really distracted lately.  

See, I've accepted a postdoctoral appointment at UCSF and will be moving to San Francisco sometime in late January or early February.  It's a pretty big step.  Among other things, this means finding an affordable apartment in or around SF, which is no easy task.  Don't worry, I'll keep writing - it's my major creative outlet - but expect another dry spell during the transition.  

To be honest, I was hoping I wouldn't have to move to the Bay Area.  I don't have a lot of connections there and I'm not much of a city guy, but that's where all the biotech jobs are.  Here's hoping everything works out *crosses fingers*

Happy Holidays!
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Please disregard my previous journal entry.  This week has been particularly stressful and I was just overreacting to a message exchange I had with another dA member.  I'll try to keep the drama out of my work in the future.  
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One of my readers pointed out several problems with a major Lycanthrope Club plot arc I had planned so I'm afraid the last chapter of Paranoia and, to a certain extent, book II are going to be seriously delayed as I work out a new story.  Sorry everyone.
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This chapter took forever to finish, but I think you'll agree it was worth the wait.

Enjoy!  Time for sleep!
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Chapter V of Paranoid is going to be a fairly long and action-packed.  I'm pretty sure t'll be done before the end of November.  Here's a sneak peek:

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The phone rang just as she had flopped down on the bed. 

Beverly slowly turned to her bedside cabinet.  She stared through half-lidded eyes at the buzzing, blinking device she had dropped there no less than ten seconds ago.  Groaning, she rolled over and reached out for it.  After a few failed attempts she grabbed a hold of it and, lying on her back, gazed up at its screen.  In the darkness of the room the feeble white glow of the smartphone was like a floodlight.  Blinking in surprise, Beverly tapped the green ‘accept call’ button and brought the phone to her ear.

“Yeah?” she croaked.

“They’re on the move,” said a voice on the other end.

“What?” mumbled Beverly, rubbing her eyes.

“Anne!  The GPS shows she drove back to the school and parked on the edge of the preserve.”

“Huh?  Already?” said Beverly, the drowsiness leaving her voice.

“Yes!  It stopped moving five minutes ago.”

Beverly sat up in her bed. 

“But we just put the transmitter in her car this afternoon,” she exclaimed.

“Um, yeah.  I…I guess it could be for something else, but why else would she be there this time of night?”

“A…school event, maybe,” hazarded Beverly.

“At 7:30 PM?”

“Did you check,” asked Beverly. 

“I…er.”

“Just check the school website,” said Beverly in a tone, while firm, was not unkind.

“…Just a second.”

Beverly made out the sound of frantic typing through the speaker.  Sighing, she put the phone down, slid her legs over the side of the bed and stretched her short, skinny arms.  She shook her head and then threw it back, running her fingers through her greasy orange hair.  A minute or so passed.

“Beverly? You there?”

“Yeah, still here,” said Beverly after picking up the phone.

“No school events scheduled until tomorrow in the morning.  There, um, there couldn’t be an unofficial event because campus closes at 7 except for game nights.”

Beverly’s eyes narrowed.

“OK, I’d definitely file that under suspicious.”

“It’s tonight!  It has to be!  They’re meeting tonight!” cried Cassie over the phone.

“I know, I know, easy Cassie!” exclaimed Beverly.  “Just…give me a second.”

“We don’t have a second!  We need to get down there now!”

“OK, OK, fuck,” said Beverly.  “Do you have a ride?”

“N-No,” said Cassie.  “I could take my bike, but…”

“But…?”

“I don’t know where it is.  It might be out in the shed or it could be in the garage.  If I get started now I should be able to dig it out by 8:30, only mom just picked up a dozen boxes of used books and if she stored them with the bike I’ll have t-”

“Forget it!” interrupted Beverly.  “Look, my dad keeps a spare pair of keys to his car in his desk.  I’ll pick you up and we can drive over to the school.”

“Y-You have your license already?”

“Just my permit, but I’ve been driving since I was thirteen.  I’ll be fine.” 

“W-What if we get pulled over?”

“Then I’ll lose my permit for driving after dark with a passenger under the age of twenty-one,” said Beverly impatiently.  “Look, there’s a good chance we’re risking our lives here, Cassie.  I think getting arrested for a traffic violation is the least of our concerns.”

There was no reply.

“Hello?”

“S-Sorry,” said Cassie.  “Um, so, I’ll gather up what we need and tell my parents I’m going to a study session with you.”

“I’ll grab my stuff and pick you up,” said Beverly, rising from her bed.  “Give me 15.”

“I’ll see you outside my house.”

“Got it.”

Beverly hung up and pocketed the phone.  She gazed around her room, took a deep breath, and lifted her backpack off the floor and threw it on the bed.  She unzipped its flap and dumped its contents on the mattress.  Books, pencils, folders and papers fell in a heap.  Beverly then turned to her cabinet and started digging through its drawers.  She retrieved a flashlight, video camera, black bandana, makeup kit, and black hooded sweater.  After donning the sweater and stuffing the other items in her backpack she strapped on a pair of thick black combat boots and made her way to the door.  Midway past the threshold she paused, glancing back into her room.  She hurried back to her desk and opened the bottom drawer.  Inside tucked between a pair of fat manila folders and wicker basket laid a combat knife in a leather sheath.  She grabbed the weapon and stored it in her backpack’s side pocket.  Satisfied, she exited her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Beverly half-walked half-jogged down the unlit hallway, first stopping by the bathroom to retrieve a first-aid kit and then the laundry room to grab a set of keys dangling from a wooden peg.  She turned to door leading to the garage, and then stopped.

“Damn I’m hungry,” she muttered.

She trotted back down the hallway towards the kitchen.  As she approached it she noticed the light was on.

“Thought I shut off before I left,” she muttered to herself.

Shrugging, Beverly stepped through the archway leading to the kitchen and froze.

A tall, cleanly-shaven man in military fatigues was standing next to the refrigerator.  A heavy duffel bag was slung over his shoulders.  He was holding a bottle of coke in his hand.

“Dad?” said Beverly.

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In case you forgot, the Daemoneye Publishing Pre-Generic Winter Solstice Related Holiday Sale 2013 is on!

Until the end of November, any Daemoneye Publishing product purchased through Lulu.com will be 10% off.  daemoneye.net/ Furthermore, the minimum contribution to receive a full-color pdf copy of The Lycanthrope Club: Book is only 1.00 USD.  www.daemoneye.net/novels.html


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Just uploaded it.  There's a little bonus feature in this chapter - read it to find out what.  The way the story is shaping up, I think there are about two chapters left.  

Just a reminder, the "Pre-Generic Winter Solstice Related Holiday" sale will be starting in 2 days - 10% off all Daemoneye Publishing merchandise purchased through Lulu.com and you can get the full color pdf of The Lycanthrope Club: Book I for a mere 1.00 USD contribution.  Check it out at www.daemoneye.net

Finally, if you're a fan of werewolves (and why wouldn't you be if you're reading my stories?), The Peter Is the Wolf Indiegogo campaign for printing book II has almost reached its goal.  If you haven't already contributed, help them out - www.peteristhewolf.com/tpb.htm…
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Finally got the new Daemoneye Publishing logo www.daemoneye.net/.  It looks awesome.  Work on chapter IV of Paranoia is proceeding smoothly.  This is going to be a fairly long chapter, so it may take a bit longer than I previously thought.

A couple of announcements to make. First, the second edition of the 
Universal Decay: Dead Stars Rulebook should be available sometime in the next month. It will address errors and rule ambiguities present in the first edition.

Secondly, we now have a CafePress store where you can buy (ludicrously overpriced) Daemoneye Publishing T-shirts. We have two designs available right now – the official Daemoneye Publishing T-shirt with company logo and the "Enough with the zombies already! " T-shirt (made from organically grown cotton). Check it out

Lastly, staring November 15th there will be special "Pre-Generic Winter Solstice Related Holiday" Sale. All Daemoneye Publishing products will be 10% off when purchased through Lulu.com. Furthermore, the minimum contribution to receive a full-color pdf of The Lycanthrope Club: Book I will be 1.00 USD. That’s right, for a mere 100 pennies you can get the full color version of the story. The sale will last until the end of November.

That is all!
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Haven't done a preview in a while.  Here's the first bit from part IV of Paranoia. After I'm done with this series I'm going to focus fully on The Lycanthrope Club: Book II.  More news to come.

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Beverly reached down and pressed the doorbell button.  As it chimed, she furtively glanced over her shoulder at the Childs' front yard.  Nothing seemed amiss.  She took a deep, long breath, and exhaled.  She felt kind of silly, but given the events of the last few weeks a little paranoia definitely wouldn't hurt, she reminded herself.  She rang the doorbell again.

"Just a minute!" came a muffled voice.

Beverly sighed.  It wasn't Cassie.

A few seconds later the door opened and Beverly was greeted by Mrs. Childs

"Hello…Everly, isn't it?" inquired the skinny-looking woman.

"Beverly, actually," said Beverly.

"Oh yes," said Mrs. Childs, laughing.  "I'm so sorry, come in come in," she said, waving Beverly into the house.

Beverly stepped inside and paused a moment to take stock of the Childs family's…stock.  Every time she had come over the number of boxes, bags, crates – all the surplus, second-hand, or discounted goods purchased from God knew where – that lay scattered around the house changed.  Some days there was barely anything beyond the sparse furniture deemed essential by the family and some days there was barely enough room to walk.

"I see you picked up some more…stuff since I was here," said Beverly, grimacing as she tip-toed over a cardboard box overflowing with plastic squirt guns.

"Huh? Oh, yes," said Mrs. Childs distractedly as she shut the door.  "A Dollar or Less store in Amery was having a going-out-of-business sale so we, ah, we rented a moving van and drove down there."

"That's kind of far," said Beverly.

"Oh, it was worth it," said Mrs. Childs gleefully.  "We've already found buyers for half the stock."

"For boxes of cheap kids' toys, beef ramen, and…round band aids?"

"A UWM fraternity needs the toys for rush week, a Thai restaurant downtown bought most of the ramen, and a bar downtown called Golden Globes wants half the band aids."

"I…think it's a strip club."

"Really? I did not know that," said Mrs. Childs matter-of-factly.

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