St. Nikolaus, 1959 – (Part III.)

“Alright then, it is a date,” she said with a bounce in her voice, “Ah, what I mean is, I’ll have it added to Granddad’s calendar,” she chuckled at her own recovery. “I Look forward to seeing,” he cleared his throat, “you both.” Johnny Nikolaus set the receiver down on the hook hearing that signature…

St. Nikolaus, 1959 – (Part II.)

At the old mansion townhome of Charles Colebrook on the Upper East Side, Katie Colebrook sat reading in the fourth-floor library. A hearty fire crackled in the fireplace. The wine-red rug was warm under her bare feet, and a heavy knitted crème colored blanket was comforting wrapped loosely around her. That room somehow always smelled…