Oh, man, Dorinda--you have out done yourself. I've loved Wheat to Chaff for so long, and now to find this. I was in heaven. I started it a few days ago but had a lot of time today and just gave myself over to Scotty in the Italian villa, waiting for his Kelly.
Your descriptions are so exact, I knew just how that villa looked, felt and smelled. Saw the olive trees and the mediterranian hills, felt Scotty's desperation and fear, his pain and sleep deprivation.
And every mention of Kelly was as if you'd drawn a picture of that long, lean body slouched against a door sill, smoking and pretending nonchalance as only he can.
I kept waiting and waiting, when were they both going to capitulate! Finally, in the rainstorm and thunder, they kissed.
Just extra, specailly good. Do another one!!
I have just written my first I Spy fic and submitted it to an anthology zine, so I'm hoping it is included! I do so want to write more, you inspire me. Their dialogue is so difficult to get just right, and you obviously have the knack--that breezy, slangy, we're-not-talking-about-what-it-sounds-like-we're-talking-about jazz.
