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Carol’s Corner

September 3, 2007

It is time for another sneak preview of Angels Watching Over Me.  The book will again be featured at another Literary festival in about a month and I am excited about the upcoming literary festival in New York City in December.  As a writer you can understand the honour and sense of accomplishment I feel about this.

If you would like to see the first preview of the book click here

and if you would like to purchase the book which is available at the publisher and most online books stores such as amazon click here

 I have yet to meet a person who said they did not like the book

 My comments so far are:

" I couldn't put the book down"

"It's better than Sydney Sheldon, I love the twists and turns."

" Thank you for not putting in unnecessary sex scenes, I find most books today are filled with smut."

"When are you going to write the sequel, I feel, I just lost my best friend, I want to know more about Carissa and what happened to her."

Now for the sneak preview taken from chapter 2

Chapter 2

Winchester Junior, often simply called Winn by family and friends, broke the news to his mother about her husband’s death. Since his mom could not read, he read her letters for her.

“Mama, I think you should sit down for a bit, I got somethin’ to tell you.”

“Well go ahead and say it boy, I gots to get the supper on for the young’uns, a woman has no time to be sittin’ around all the day long.”

“Mama, please you need to be sit sittin’ down, I went into town and I ga got the ma mail and . . .”

“Winn, stop that stutterin an tell me what it is,” Kate said as she dried her hands on her clean white apron and pulled the chair out from the table.

Winn waited until she was comfortably seated. He grabbed hold of her hand.

“Mama, I don’t reckon I know how to say this, I . . .”

“Tell me child,” she yelled at him with tears already forming in her eyes as she saw the important looking letter in front of her. It was obvious it was from the government and that could not be good news.”

“Mama I got a letter from the government. It says that the Chinese swept over the Yalu River . . . there was a big battle, many United Nations soldiers died. Papa, pppap pa was one of the men killed.  Mama, he’s gone. He’s gone Mama.”

There were no more words as mother and son sat crying in each others arms. After what seemed to be an eternity Kate regained some composure and got up to start supper. She began chopping onions at the counter nearly collapsing before the job was finished.

A startled Winn ran to her side. “Mama go up to bed and rest awhile.”

“I can’t Winn, I gots to make supper for the young’uns, they will be hungry when they get home. I gots to make supper, I gots to.”

“Mama, it’s okay, you go up to bed. I will go and pick em up. The movie is just about over now. Leave the cookin’ to Katie-Ann tonight.  You need your rest Mama. You just rest Mama okay?”

“I gots to make the supper, I gots . . .”

“It’s okay Mama, Katie-Ann will take care of all that, and after supper I will tell her about Papa. You just rest. We will do just fine.  I will take care of it,” he said as he helped his Mama up the stairs to her bedroom.

Within hours, Kate suffered a stroke which left her paralyzed and confined to her bed for the duration of her life.