Don't Die Under The Apple Tree (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
As she blinked the sleep out of her eyes, the concerned faces of her mother and Katie crystallized through the fog. “Ma? What are you doing here?” Rosie sat up and ran her hands over her face. Standing just over five feet tall and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds, sixty-two-year-old Evelyn Mary Doyle was, despite her petite size, formidable. Like a small dog who assumes a larger-than-life attitude in order to intimidate larger foes, Evelyn had learned early on that speaking loudly, gazing directly, and standing straight, with hands on hips and nose in the air, went a long way toward making both enemies and strong-minded daughters cry “uncle.” Standing at Rosie’s feet, Evelyn combined the hands-on-hips pose with a defiant forward thrust of the chest. “I’m here to take care of my eldest daughter. Where else would I be?” With a loud yawn, Rosie swung her feet over the side of the couch and onto the tufted floral area rug. She was in no mood to field what would, inevitably, turn into a never-ending stream of questions.
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