Think about it, all characters are immortal. Two of them, Rosa and Serafina were born in imagination. They had parts to play in my historical mysteries. For me they won’t die and for anyone else who cares to read their words, they will in some way remain alive.
One thing about them, Rosa and Serafina comment. Sitting on some fat cloud and enjoying perfect weather they look down on war and peace, perhaps on this parade in New York in 1909 when Labor Day was celebrated on the first of May. But in their reckoning, events don’t have a beginning or ending. For them there is no time.
—Why do they call it Labor Day if no one works? Rosa asks.
—It’s a holiday to celebrate the end of summer, Serafina tells her. The labor part starts tomorrow, Tuesday.
—You mean no one works during the summer?
—Not quite. But the riffraff return from the Hamptons.
Photo: Labor Day, New York, May 1, 1909. Library of Congress, Public Domain.