When My Key Wouldn’t Fit the Lock, I Knew Something Had Changed

and let the subject drop.

Here is the thing nobody knew, not Mike, not Jameson, not Connie, not Patrice, not my manager at Red Rock.

I had a lawyer.

Her name was Athena Clusterman. I found her through Aunt Rita’s estate attorney in Wichita Falls, a referral chain that had nothing to do with anyone in my daily life. I paid the $275 consultation out of continue reading …