


The Play’s the Thing
Mirari Semsa looked up with a start when the front door of her chocolate shop slammed open so hard that she feared it would come off the hinges. Elizabeth “Betsy” Springer’s familiar, lanky redheaded form made a beeline across the room, weaving in...
Portrait of Bees in Spring
“Now this won’t hurt a bit.” Betsy Springer rolled her eyes, remembering the first time she had heard that phrase. Her family doctor had been about to give her a booster shot. Despite what the nurse said, that one had hurt. “Like I really...
A Study in Redheads
“Paul, we need to talk!” Paul Kindred, managing editor of the Grantville Times, stifled a groan when he heard that voice. Betsy Springer came toward him at a dead run, her red ponytail bouncing like an excited rooster’s tail, and would have collided...