If Sylvia Had Answered the Phone

When She Picked Up the Phone

The Foghorn’s Counsel

The French Café

a polyptych of what may have happened after the Martini in Nancy Wilson's Guess Who I Saw Today Prologue: On Reflection Some stories never end - they fade, spoken softly under lamplight, where truth enters quietly, like a draft beneath the door. This one follows three people bound by a single evening: a husband, his wife, and the woman who loved him elsewhere. Their lives unfold not in argument, but in echo - through glass, through memory, through the long light of forgiveness. Each voice stands alone, yet their silences overlap. Like ligh…

Shirley Bassey Would Be So Disappointed