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titles like Druid's Desire and Millard Filmore, My Love. The only way I'd write

about anyone from Bowman's Ridge is if they were romantic, famous, and dead.

Why, they could no more get into one of my books than a taxman into heaven, a

linebacker into leotards, or a small, sharp sliver of unicorn horn into a nice

big slice of Greta Marie Bowman's apple pie.



"Ow!"



It was a snoozy afternoon in mid-November and I was seated at the counter in the

coffee shop when it happened. The coffee shop in Bowman's Ridge is the nexus for

all manner of social interaction, from personal to political. I'm afraid my

Transient heart doesn't get all revved up over the Planning and Zoning
Commission's latest bureaucratic brouhahaha or the Women's Club's plans for yet

another authentic Colonial weekend to honor the memory of our own Captain James

Resurrection Bowman C1717-1778). I go there because the coffee is good but the

apple pie is downright fabulous.



Or so I thought, until I found the figurative needle in the Northern Spies.



Carefully I put three fingers into my mouth and drew out the thing that had

stung me, tongue and palate. I pulled it between my lips to clean off any

adhering fragments of cooked apple and flaky crust. I have no idea why I went to

the trouble. Would it make any difference to my throbbing mouth if I got the

barb clean before seeing what it was?



I might as well have saved myself the effort and simply spit it out. Even clean