Olivia Hardy Ray
Meet my alter ego, Olivia Hardy Ray. She’s a bit off, as any alter ego should be. She helps me to see things in the dark that aren’t there. She insists I’m not crazy when I talk to ghosts, when I walk in time and when I actually do away with Jack the Ripper. Olivia applauds my pious puritan soul and yet takes so much pleasure in the devil’s demise.
She’s a naughty girl, always insisting I go out on a limb and tell people how I swung by my neck in Salem yet lived to walk in centuries of my choosing. She whispers in my ear constantly about beings from space, about aliens from the future, but I always listen, for she talks to me of spirits and God and how the devil can be beaten and time is an endless moment of ‘now’. She preaches, sometimes, but gives me handsome heroes and despicable demons, androgynous women to taint my life and priests to save my soul from the pits of hell. Thank you Olivia, thank you for being so daring and so bold and so completely oblivious to the natural world.
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The Fourniers: Glamor Girl
Escaping from her childhood, Sheela, flees her aunt’s motel where she is forced to work as a cleaning maid and provide ‘favors’ for wealthy guests and winds up in Miami in Kit Malone’s fancy brothel.