The wail of an ambulance came close. In a frenzy, C.R. waved for attention. Two men jumped from the vehicle, stretcher in hand with equipment to examine the woman on the ground. Jim O’Connell, a man C.R. knew since childhood hurried over. “My Grans fell.”
“I’ll take good care, my dear.” He bent down to examine the elderly woman who appeared to be so frail. Cassie Rae looked, blinked her eyes to see a friend from high school so long ago. “Charlie.” She held out her hand. He stared at the pretty girl he once loved way back in time.
“Hey, Cassidy Rae. I’m home from school helping my Dad this weekend. Sorry Grans fell. We’ll have to get her to the hospital, for sure. Follow us.” She shook her head. “Hell no, Charlie. I’ll lock up Tommy, turn off supper and ride with you.” She ran toward the house after kissing her dearest Granny. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”
“What do you think, Dad? To me, it looks serious. Maybe she had a stroke and fell fracturing her ankle.”
CR held back tears to see Grans with her beautiful green eyes closed, lying in a heap surrounded by branches of the huge tree. She reached out to pat her the way Grandmom always did when she was little. “Grans,” she called. “Grans, it’s me. I’m gonna take care of you right now. What happened?” “Cassie Rae? Oh, my baby girl. You’re here. I need an apple for a pie. Marcus likes pie for dinner.” She sniffled. “I dropped the apple when I tripped over a damn rock.” Dialing 911 fast from her new phone, CR said, “Hurry. My Granny fell. It’s the old house off the main road where the flag is.” “Hey, Cassie Rae Everyone loves Ms. Michaels. Hang tough. We’ll be right there.” She pulled off her big sweatshirt and covered frail Grans. In a hoarse whisper, she said,”Don’t die, my precious. I won’t go back to school until you’re all better.” Oh my God! She said Grampa Marcus likes apple pie for dinner but Grans husband died last year. http://wewriwa.com
e, precious Grans. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She gets ready to shoot; her daughter meets a doctor who suggests she shouldn’t shoot because she’s pregnant and suddenly they are friends. The daughter tells him she’s a widow; the doctor has a son and suggests they meet. When the doctor sees the lovely mother, he recognizes her as the woman he had fallen in love with during her pregnancy.
Her husband had them all move because he felt she was getting involved with the doctor. The story goes round and round in a delicious way. You’ll enjoy this story when it’s finished
This is the latest story, another one I Love. Join me in another tale of romance and love. She finds herself in an odd position. The doctor who delivered her baby has discovered her at a place to shoot. What an odd position . Add to this, her daughter is expecting and he reinvites the two of them. What will become of the two couples after all these years.
It’s New Years Eve and Charlie has a date with the big man on Campus, Tom Donnelly. On the way to the party, Charlie tells him that she intends to remain a virgin until the right guy comes along. Tom is shocked since every girl he dates is ready to put out but not our Charlie. They sit on the porch smooching, he’s sure he can go further with her. When the bell rings, her roomie and the boyfriend run out on the porch to wish them Happy New Year.
As far as Charlie goes, she’s through for the night and Tom has lost every chance he might have had.
She brings with her, a brilliance. Aunt takes her shopping for the first time in her young life. She passes all her studies and decides to stay in the easy class. This will be the best school ever. Next comes Northwestern University. Her mother never gets in touch with her all through the years. Brother Jimmy stays far away until one day, he calls. He chooses to be with his dearest Charlie. Aunt and Uncle send a ticket for their nephew and soon he becomes part of the family.
In 1996, I killed my father. Dear old Dad was great with a belt. A belt of whiskey. A belt from around his waist unbuckled when you least expected and I knew it was coming and some of us escaped later when it was coming. Not me. not Mom. Never Mom. I’m the oldest. I didn’t want to see the little ones see the okay dad turn into a monster Dad on payday. Every Payday.
I heard the television turned up loud before I turned it up before I opened the door. Mom always on up, he’d watch the Minnesota Twins beat the hell out of the Boston Red Sex. Not a great year for the Twins. On this day, after I dropped off the kids, I hoped for a distraction. Maybe this time instead of beating us up, I raced home just in time to be with Mom
The front door banged open hard enough to rattle the dishes in the cabinet. A painted porcelelain egg rolled to the edge, teetered for a second. The small egg cracked with the force of a bomb. a jackhammer all his sorry life and ugly drunk. I wrestled it out of his filthy hands and hit him good.
Tom Donnelly, once know as The Catch-every woman’s dream guy, has fallen down every rung of the ladder he once worked so hard to climb. On New Year’s Day, he realizes how far he’s fallen and makes a list of resolutions to change his life. He vows to regain the trust lost from his family, his law firm, and his friends_ and maybe even find the right woman this time.
He crosses paths with Joanne McKenna Friedman-a smart young lawyer, beautiful on the outside, damaged on the inside. Joanne’s secret past leaves her distrustful of everyone. Until a court case comes up to threaten her career and even her life, and she turns to Tom for help.
Let Charles make the first move if he intended to when he knocked on the door
“Charles, does a drink appeal to you before we leave?”
He shook his head. “You appeal to me and right now. Do you mind if I hold you, kiss you, touch you? I’ve heard you’re a recent widow. I’m divorced for a while and I’ve gone out several times, a bunch of times, um, a whole lot of times but never felt drawn to a woman like you before.”
They continued to stand near the doorway, dogs at their feet. Joan pushed him back for some space. “Perhaps I’m someone new, a woman who shoots skeet and rides a Harley. She walked fast to the small bar to see what’s what. Actually the Chardonnay sat cold in the fridge. Her preference. His arms went around her small waist as if they’d done that a hundred times.
“I said I only want you and now.”
“You must be kidding. We just met this afternoon. Trust me, tonight, we’re going to see a play or nothing. Take your pick.” She felt his hands steer her movements. It felt so exciting. Never in her whole life did she almost give in to pleasure so fast and to a stranger. Joan turned to face Charles. Her breath ran fast and she stopped again. “No and no to everything except for seeing your playhouse or maybe you don’t even have one. You’re used to a quick lay from a widow, I can tell. The answer again is NO.”
At her words, his face took on a red cast like a blush. “I’m so sorry; all I can say is I am truly embarrassed at behaving so crazy but there’s something delectable about you I couldn’t resist.” His head hung down like a child’s. “Please may we begin again. Pretend you just opened the door and offered me a drink. In truth, I seldom drink anything and you gathered your um bag and we left. The theater is about twenty minutes from here, down near the lake, it’s so beautiful there. The play is one of my favorites; Uncle Vanya and the cast is good.”
Newly widowed Joan has her mind in a spin. What to do with his car now that he’s gone and his Harley. Yum. She can ride that baby anytime and the Skeet club he belonged to. Hell, she can shoot skeet just as well as the men. Oh yes. And she had their, uh, her therapy dogs all trained and ready to work. That would take up several days each week.
And so we meet the widow to see what she’s up to.
With high hopes, Joan dressed in Larry’s Harley jacket over his fancy club outfit. His suede jacket fit nicely over her pink cashmere sweater and jeans. Her body had a good shape for an older woman; Larry always said so, the jerk, and best of all, the women never came to the event because they weren’t shooters.
She zoomed into the parking lot causing a commotion right away and she removed Larry’s helmet, shook out her beautiful hair and knew she needed a smaller helmet. James Franklin, the president this year so strong and healthy said, “We were all so sad to lose Larry and of course we will reimburse his yearly dues.
“James, that’s not what I had in mind since I’m an excellent skeet shooter and want to continue.” The tall man nodded, his gray hair combed so smoothly back fell forward: “Joan, we don’t have a rule leaving women out of the club so you are welcome.”