"Hi, Rick. Can I come in?" Rita was at Rick's door. She kicked aside a piece of gutter that had fallen across the walk, and stepped into Rick's hallway.

"I brought these for you," Rita said, holding out a packet of papers. "They're listings for condos and town houses in the area."

"What are you talking . . . "

"Let's be honest. You're not comfortable here." ...read more

Rick was sitting on his porch reading a magazine. It was late morning, mid-week, already warm, and the sun felt good on his face. He hadn’t known that Tara Reid once dated the nephew of Alan Greenspan, or that Jude Law had contemplated studying podiatry while in grade school.

A man wearing a suit approached the porch. Rick didn't...read more

Fled and Rita walked toward Rick's porch holding hands.

"Rick," she yelled, from the edge of Rick's lawn. He was at his door, about to go inside, when he heard, "don't shut that." Rita broke from Fled and sprinted to the door.

"Hey, what's up?" Rick smiled.

"We need you to come to...read more