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Would you sacrifice your soul to see into the mind of a serial killer for seven days? Justice will be served, but never before like this. Sessions, a mind-bending psychological noir, delves into the minds of two women as they go head-to-head in seven therapy sessions, taking the terms “treatment” and “killer” and flipping them on their heads. Is there a real life family connection to the killer’s evil?
And if she has never been caught, is there someone infamous in her life who has? The "Entity" marks its territory through the pastoral environs of Vermont; Mount Mansfield, a Burlington art gallery, a sugar maple farm and inside the psychiatrist’s office, housed within a majestic Victorian mansion eerily familiar to more than one soul. This is not a police procedural, my friends...


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The Hope Distillery...

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 A sunshiny feeling. The space filled with high back pastel-coloured chairs and matching ottomans and intricately engraved mulberry side tables, each set facing a large picture window, all sets facing south. Perfect diffused lighting for this kind of work, I was told.

A person occupied each chair. Relaxed demeanour. Arms casually at rest. Their gaze was focused but not so intent as to create tension of any kind. The men, women, children, and yes, even babies, were, by now, experts. A needy soul sent out a signal and when received each person went to work to manufacture and distribute. The effort, instinctual. A pleasant pastime. A worthy pursuit.

I had been sent here by my editor to investigate this factory, for although all in town had recognized the rich lilac scent ever emanating from the grand dame Victorian structure, no one ever knew what products in store were made. The road sign read Hope Distillery but everyone assumed that was a family name for distillers of fine whisky, yet no one had ever smelled such a fragrant brew. It was my assignment to find out, and I was going in. I’d be the first.

Each person held in their lap a flawless bronze and crystal decanter which held an amber liquid I had
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never before seen. The hue, as lustrous as the co-mingling of sunshine and joy. The liquid swirled clockwise, and in its centrifugal force funnelled up and out the neck and floated in luscious tear drops towards the window panes. The flow seeped otherworldly through the glass, the decanter never quite emptying.

To one elderly woman dressed in sky blue, I approached and asked, “What is that?”

“Oh, that’s hope, son.”



“You make hope here, not whisky? How? Uh, why? I mean, how?”

“It’s distilled from the bilge and flotsam of human loss and sorrow, my good man. They truck it up from below and we distill and distribute down from above. A simple procedure, really.”

Gazing at the swirling amber which endlessly flowed from her decanter, danced in the air and seeped through the window to disappear as if a ghost, I mumbled, “Does it… does it work? Uh, who gets it?”

“Of course it does. Why, everyone who believes, naturally.”

“So, it takes loss to make the material for hope?”

“Absolutely. You can’t have one without the other. Life is a loop, son. We take. We give. We live.”

I went to touch her hand in thanks and my fingers sunk through her fingers to the armchair.
I returned to the newsroom and told my editor they make lilac scented whisky.
I look at sorrow and lilacs different now.


B J's Bookshelf...

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
The Hobbit
The Joy Luck Club
All the King's Men
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Mansfield Park
Faust: First Part
The Catcher in the Rye
Islands in the Stream
And the Sea Will Tell
Animal Farm
Charlotte's Web
Sophie's Choice
Angela's Ashes
Memoirs of a Geisha
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
The Secret Man: The Story of Watergate's Deep Throat
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
The Hunt for Red October

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B J's Literary Heros ~ Ernest Hemingway ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald ~ James A. Michener ~ Herman Wouk ~ James Jones ~ Vincent Bugliosi

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