Hi gang and welcome to another Sunday where we share our eight and see what happens. Meanwhile back to my seniors who meet on at the Jersey Shore and the warm summer gets warmer day by day. This is the last post about Claire and Ralph since it will be a book before long. Home from the Popcorn Zoo north of Beach Haven, this is the scene.
“Make yourself comfortable and stay one more night since the boys are sleeping unless you want to go to O’Brien’s.”
He shook his head and turned toward my bedroom as I grabbed hold of his shirt and guided him the other way. “The guest room is down the hall and there’s another bathroom so good night.” Closing my door, I thought about locking it; better not; what if the kids needed me. What if. . .possibilities swirled around in my foolish head until sleep embraced this old bag of bones.
Awakened by a shift in the mattress, I wished I had a gun like the heroine in my last book, Take No Prisoners and thought This is real life, Claire, someone just crept into your bed without asking permission. “So sorry. I have no one to turn to and I’m frightened, Claire, for the future of my son’s children because all they have is me and I know nothing.” He sobbed and me, a sucker for someone in need, comforted him. He calmed down, turned, embraced me and maybe that was the moment Ralph Berg moved straight into my heart with no exit door, once in there, always to stay.
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