By Leslie Lindsay Back to that novel of mine.  Revisions are still underway,  thought you’d like to see what I am up to with Slippery Slope.  [remember, this is original fiction.  Your ideas for improvement are greatly appreciated]  “I storm out of Steve’s driveway, backing the Odyssey out while punching in Joe’s number.  He picks up on the first ring.          “Hi, sweetie.  How are things going?  Make it to Pat Cooper’s office?”         “Pat?  Who?” I narrow my eyes.           “You know.  The message.  This morning.  Mystery shopper.”           “Oh…yeah,” I feign recognition.  “Just leaving his office now.”  I look to the homes lining the streets, big and new.  Not Pat Cooper’s office.  “Listen, I need to pop in to Target for a minute.  Madi needs some Pull-Ups.”            “Okay.  Don’t worry about us.  We’re heading to the hardware store after we finish at the park.  Love ya, hon!”            “Joe, you have no idea how much I love you.”  I say and I mean it.            I hear a smile on the end …