A Place of Safety - Derry / New World For Old / Home Not Home

A Place of Safety - Derry / New World For Old / Home Not Home
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Sunday, May 31, 2026

I think I just wrote the ending...

The part I've added to Simon's memory of Fabian dying, where his body is found, has wrapped the story up in such a so that I may not need to write anything further, to end it. I'll still need to shift back to the rest of the book to make everything fit. But that said, and with the understanding I could shift back to a more extensive ending chapter...this ending works.

Well, in my head it works. Simon's body is located by ReShawn, who calls the state police in to investigate. He was buried in a state-owned park. The intention was to make it seem he had skipped bail when faced with potential accusations of having and distributing kiddie porn, and hurt his claim of innocence against Officer Paley.

But Simon had an airpod in his backpack and ReShawn's cell phone because his own had been damaged. When ReShawn cannot contact him, he follows the airpod signal to the grave. The State's Attorney General comes in with the state coroner and head of the state troopers, and a lid is kept on it all...as tight as they can.

Of course, people notice and rumors swirl, and Frahnkly Frank's earlier podcast adds to the gossip, but it's how they figure out who committed the murder. Right now, the chapter ends with them about to go after the cops and DA's office...and I wonder if I really need to detail that.

When I wrote Bobby Carapisi, it was initially in two books...one mainly about Bobby and the other about Eric coming to terms with how he inadvertently helped cause Bobby's suicide. The end of book 2 was him deciding to go after the men who'd raped them both. But I felt the need for more so wrote the third book to explain Allen, the man held responsible. Which led to Eric finding closure.

I was told by a couple of readers they felt that was unnecessary...but to me it was, and still is, what made the story complete. It was the same for Jean Renoir's La Grande Illusion (1937) with the section after the prison break, with the German farmer's widow. A professor of mine said it was redundant, but I argued it was what made the film true poetry.

I don't think I'll have the same feeling at the end of this one...still, you never know.

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