Look who’s back in town.
Yep. The best mystery-writer in town. Well... one of the best mystery writers in town. Ok... one of the writer's in town.
After a minor brush with the law, trusting that time, distance, and a well-spent fortune in judicial goodwill will smooth things over — at least for now.
…with not a dime in my pocket.
I've just spent what little I had left on a flat above The Keller. I doubt I’ll be getting much sleep. A wonderful excuse to drink and dance the nights away — assuming I can find a generous third-party wallet, willing to support me and my vices.
On another note, I paid a visit to my darling Gyna. She doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the fact that I now belong to the “lowest” class, nor that I spent the past year behind bars. That’s just who she is.
That said, she did make me suffer through her wall of fame.
She’ll need a bigger house to hang the photos of her masterpieces at this rate. Hopefully it will have a spare room for pauper friends. *grins stupidly*
In the meantime, my “driver” in RL has also undergone a transformation of sorts — a huge one. She’s moved countries and everything, after all manner of (mis)adventures. She claims to be in one piece now, though I fear she may be even crazier than before. *crosses herself*
Let me rest my fingers; I haven’t typed this much in nearly a year. I also need to find some cardboard boxes to sleep on until Frau Jo lets me move the little furniture I have in storage into the new flat.
Hugs to all the Berliners. I have missed you more than you know. Even Jo’s beverages are better than the junk I was forced to put in my mouth at that horrid county jail back home.
Küsschen
Connie xx
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