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Chapter 3

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.”

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Chapter 1 Grandest Grows Up

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.”

Continuing the new story.

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

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My Latest Story

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.

A bit more of Reconstructing Charlie

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.

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Charlie has come to visit

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.

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Reconstructucting Charlie

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.

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