Tattered Legacy (A Nora Abbott Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
The meds his physician prescribed were becoming less effective. He sat upright and plastered an enthusiastic grin on his face. All he needed to do was pull himself together for an hour, then he could return to his house and collapse, alone. He had the strength for that. He lowered his head to pray, resisting the urge to rest his forehead on the steering wheel. He wanted to sleep, to lie back in his four-poster bed, surrounded by his children and grandchildren who would weep at the thought of his passing. He would promise to see them again in the afterlife, when he, like his brother Jesus, would command his own planet, populated by his sons and daughters. But he didn’t have his own sons and daughters. God had withheld that blessing from him. Christine’s sharp voice cut through the silence in the Cadillac. “I don’t know why you insist on putting yourself through this. You obviously don’t feel up to it.”
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