Hi all!
Things seem to be back to normal around these parts — even my lost editor has returned!
And yes, Aardvark8, I’m sure it’s my editor… although, come to think of it, he doesn’t quite seem himself. (No comments in the edit this time!) Hmm… maybe I should follow your suggestion and call in the Men in Black to investigate… or perhaps send the Angels. Or Luigi.
For those of you who haven’t met Luigi in any of my stories, here’s a quick introduction. He’s usually not seen — but if you do see him, sorry, it’s already too late. He’s the guy in the long black leather coat and black hat, often carrying a violin case (though, trust me, he doesn’t play the violin).
Luigi speaks several languages, including Sicilian Italian, and he’s the one who makes my problems… go away. He’s also a kind and generous soul — he loves giving out gifts like cement boots, and he’s always willing to help anyone who qualifies for his generosity, to take a little visit to see the fish, dressed appropriately, of course, with those magnificent cement boots. He’s also quite skilled at extracting fingernails… or inserting bamboo slivers under them.
LOLOLOLOL!!!
Anyway — here’s Chapter 11 of Rosa Rio! Enjoy!
Wishing you all the best — until next week!
Bye 4 now!