The Legacy Of Buchanan's Crossing - Plot & Excerpts
The pendulum’s swing of last night’s emotions, from the excitement of tantalizing possibilities to the disappointment of failure, had smacked the strength right out of her. The weight of her failure pinned her to the mattress. Her power-drained body was none the better for her encounter with the pothole, either. The kids were counting on her. She didn’t want to miss those bright young faces lined in concentration as they observed her instruction, then took turns practicing—lunging and retreating, attacking and parrying in the beautiful dance. Yes, that youthful enthusiasm would be a good antidote to her battered spirits. After dragging herself and her wreck of a bike home, she’d tossed her torn dress over the low balcony of her bedroom to the living room below and fallen into bed. Limping down the stairs this morning, she’d noticed her suit of armor, the imperturbable Dr. Seuss, was now wearing it. An attempt by Nevermore to cheer her up, perhaps.
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