For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

The Instinctive Trouble
by Professor Paul bar Lee

   Waiting alone in the gleaming, antiseptic operating theatre, with the instinctive aroma of fresh mulberry pies wafting in from outside, Obadiah — she who had always seemed so cold! — thought once more of former U.S. President Ronald Reagan, the mysterious stranger with the large dog. He was now, according to the best salon gossip, starring in yet another film with Lyle Adams.
   It was then that came the thud of fists, a muffled cry, fighting on the stairway, and she instinctively checked her fingernails. He was here! “I was a cad, a complete and utter fool! I can’t hope that you’ll ever be able to forgive me — but if you do not, I must die, beloved!” he stated .
   Abruptly, there was a much-appreciated break in the formerly-incessant shelling, and as the horror of these last months vanished in a blaze of joy, she vowed never again to do anything spiteful, foolish or immature.

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