Sunday is for beginnings. We’ve already had the beginning of Mrs. Plansky Goes Rogue (coming July 15, preorders welcome!) so here’s the beginning of chapter 2:

Too late. There was nothing to be done, the fire already in its roaring mid-life stage. Mrs. Plansky realized all that but at the same time she found a hose coiled on the dock, turned on the faucet and was now sending a limp stream of water into the conflagration, somehow all the more pitiful since it was still raining pretty hard to no effect on the fire. From where she stood she could see the name of the boat, gold-painted on the stern: Lizette. The name melted away, slowly at first and then fast. The lines tying the boat burned up and Lizette tilted toward the sea and began drifting off. Roaring amped down. Sizzling amped up. Mrs. Plansky glanced at Kev. He stood by a mooring bollard, arms folded across his chest, face impassive, the fire reflected in his eyes. Mrs. Plansky turned off the faucet, recoiled the hose, and moved beside him, putting her arm around his back. They were both soaked through and through.