." Send it to my office. I am in the middle of another issue." I been sent it there! I done talk to yo' office a dozen times. They keep saying you'll ...eal with it when you get back, but if-n we wait any longer we gonna lose that green building permit and..."Green building. 'Nawlins' he'd said. Or 'New Orleans' to the rest of the world. "Who are you?" I took the papers."Duke Devlin, Senior Engineer for KaibaLand Nawlins. Not for long after this stunt, I know, but..."I waved him silent as I read. I didn't have a chance to look at this old leather bound collection of papers for several days, but when I finally unwrapped it and read the frontpiece, I discovered that this was A. S. Matthews' original manuscript of "Myths, Legends and Folk-Tales of the Spanish and Mormon Settlements of Lincoln County, Nevada", albeit with significant later hand-written changes and additions. It seems that Mr. Matthews survived that 1957 fire and managed the hard journey to Carcosa, where he rejected the. As her friends parked around her, she set the bike on its kick stand andswung herself off. With practiced ease she pulled off her helmet, settingher long blond hair free, allowing it to tumble down the middle of hertanned back. She kicked off her shoes then reached down and stripped offa pair of lycra jogging shorts. Walking out onto the boardwalk in herbikini, she waited for her friends, feeling the approving looks from thepassing men and women. As the last of the girls joined her, she. Jane Brighton noticed this as she paused from the light housework she had been doing and lit a cigarette by the living room window. Bob had gone out to the liquor store to pick up provisions for the party they had planned for that evening, and she looked anxiously up the block for a sign of the station wagon returning to the house.Weekends had been a joy to both of them since they had returned from North Carolina at the end of July, and the reasons for this were still somewhat perplexing to.