Boteè and The Strain Man By Pat Garcia @patgarcia.bsky.social @pat_garcia @rrbc-org.bsky.social #women’sfiction #romancereader #writingjourney @amwriting #romancebooks #contemporaryromance

EXCERPT

Boteè and The Strain Man 

The Stars and Stripes Forever’s first impatient blast sounded. Boteè jumped off her sofa. She got her jacket and grabbed her tiny case. Then she departed her third-floor apartment. She left a note for her best girlfriend, Peggy,

On the road with my friend

Don’t know how long, but I’ll be back whenever my friend brings me back to earth. 

Boteè called him the Strain Man. His shiny metallic skin tone, high cheekbones, and pointed fingers had drawn her to him. He was different from the people on earth, and she liked that about him. She danced down the steps of her apartment building, not wanting to keep him waiting. He promised to take her beyond the clouds to see another part of the universe.

Excited at the opportunity to see him again, Boteè stepped outside. She closed her eyes and hit the Deep C with her contralto voice. It was two octaves down from Middle C of the primary scale. She sang Amen note by note while holding her breath. As she slid up the scale, she accented the rise in a syncopated rhythm until she reached Middle C. She stopped, took a deep breath, and waited for his response.

At their secret spot, Strain Man was surrounded by trees hiding the white, invisible lights of his futuristic jet. He raised the trumpet to his lips and blew the first notes of The Stars and Stripes Forever. He felt the tug of his notes lifting her off the ground to bring her to him. He smiled. 

Have a lovely day.

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

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HELLO, EVERYONE,

THIS IS A SHOUT-OUT FOR MY BOOK TRAILER: THE POWER OF TOUCH!

I believe in giving credit where credit is due. 4WILLS PUB has done an outstanding job developing the Book Trailer for THE POWER OF TOUCH!

To say it is magnificent is an understatement. Read the book and you’ll see what I mean.

I hope you enjoy the book and the book trailer as much as I do.

Have a lovely day,

Shalom shalom,

Pat Garcia

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LABEL. ME. MAN. By Pat Garcia

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Hello, Everyone,

Here is another snippet from LABEL. ME. MAN, a work in progress that will be available for pre-order in June 2025.

Cover by 4WILLS

Blurb:

Born a savant with Autism Spectrum Disorders and labeled as unusually bright, Gioacchino Tarinni lacked any social, emotional, or spiritual graces. The scientific world labeled him a Robot. Peddled between medical offices and laboratories, doctors and scientists examined whether he could be considered human. He has failed in every experiment except for his friendship with his manservant and chauffeur, Ferro. But no one knows how it happened.
Sitting in a cafe with Ferro, Gioacchino’s eyes are drawn to a woman working on her tablet. She has a head full of braids, and he attempts to count them. But the woman keeps moving her head, foiling his efforts to get an accurate count. Annoyed, he approaches her table, intending to ask her to be still. However, in a moment of impulsive audacity, he proposes marriage instead.

EXCERPT

Gioacchino took the stairs slowly to their bedroom as he pondered why she’d gone to his office. He entered their bedroom quietly. Even though he’d agreed to her returning home, he didn’t understand why. Her early morning escape from their home had cost him his ability to concentrate on his negotiations. After receiving the text message from Ferro that Jediah had disappeared somewhere in the house, he rescheduled the talks for the next day and gave Ferro strict instructions to keep his eyes open.

The door that led out to the spacious balcony adjoining their bedroom stood open. The venetian blinds were hanging loosely down, with the panels slightly opened, letting through rays of sunlight.

Gioacchino grinned to himself. Jediah’s clothing lay scattered in a pattern on the floor. He picked them up as he reached them, piece by piece, and headed to the closet to hang them up.

Your disorderliness coincides very well with my need to organise and order things.

He looked at the motionless figure lying on her stomach in their bed, and his eyes widened in shock.

He blinked to ensure he was seeing correctly. A series of numbers shaped into a curvaceous body lay on their bed. Until today, he’d seen Jediah as scrap pieces of brown, velvety cloth he couldn’t put together. It astounded him that the outer layer of her skin was comprised of integers.

He stared at the bed, expecting the numbers to disappear; instead, two large, marbled threes looked back at him and laughed silently.

Discombobulated, Gioacchino turned to the closet to dispose of her clothing, shaken by what he saw. He had long calculated the function of picking her clothes up every day, and getting to the closet, variable a, to getting to variable b, which was landing in their bed at night to create order among the velvety brown pieces he assumed were who she was.

“You’re home. No one told me you’d be home early,” Jediah said, not moving.

“I couldn’t think in the office,” he answered, putting her dress on a hanger.

“Why not? I told you I wouldn’t run away again.”

“How are you?” Gio asked, ignoring her response and asking a question of his own.

“Fine. Are you all right?”

“I’m okay.”

“Just okay?”

“At the moment, just okay,” he repeated, turning toward her, frowning, hoping the numbers hadn’t disappeared.

“Something happened after you brought me home and returned to work.”

“What?”  She was still a cluster of numbers but had now transformed into a curvaceous one stretched out on the bed, and that stirred his libido.

“I went to write in your office and didn’t think to tell Ferro. I was so happy to find a hiding place where I could write without people watching me that I didn’t think about telling him or anyone else where I was,” Jediah said, gazing at him. “I didn’t mean to upset you after what I experienced with you in the car on the way home this morning. Does that make sense to you?”

“So it wasn’t intentional?”

“No, although I’m sure Ferro thinks it was.”

The frown on Gioacchino’s face faded. The harshness in his voice vanished, and he addressed her softly in a soft, deep whisper.

“Stop worrying. Ferro told me he didn’t think you meant to cause a furore. But he was concerned because no one knew where you were.”

“So you’ve already heard?”

***

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Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

LABEL. ME. MAN By Pat Garcia

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Hello, Everyone,

This is another snippet from LABEL. ME. MAN., which will be available for preorder on June 1, 2025.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, revealing the characters.

Blurb:

Born a savant with Autism Spectrum Disorders and labeled as unusually bright, Gioacchino Tarinni lacked any social, emotional, or spiritual graces. The scientific world labeled him a Robot. Peddled between medical offices and laboratories, doctors and scientists examined whether he could be considered human. He has failed in every experiment except for his friendship with his manservant and chauffeur, Ferro. But no one knows how it happened.
Sitting in a cafe with Ferro, Gioacchino’s eyes are drawn to a woman working on her tablet. She has a head full of braids, and he attempts to count them. But the woman keeps moving her head, foiling his efforts to get an accurate count. Annoyed, he approaches her table, intending to ask her to be still. However, in a moment of impulsive audacity, he proposes marriage instead.

Excerpt:

Gioacchino waited until they had stepped outside into the morning air to look sideways at her again. Her brown lips looked like a sweet treat. He liked covering her full lips with his own and tasting them. Precious and priceless, her plump lips awakened his manhood and gave his life meaning and normalcy.
Having never dated an African American woman, Gio found Jediah, with her full lips, curvy hips, and big breasts with pointed nipples, fascinating from the first time he saw her sitting in the café. Even though his mathematical intelligence and photographic memory had catapulted him to become one of the top five major players in mergers and acquisitions for hotels, it was nothing compared to his first meeting with Jediah. With her, he was human and not a robot. He felt genuine compassion, and more naturally than ever, his blood pressure sank to normal; he could interact with Kay, his secretary, and his migraines vanished. The medical specialist in charge of tracking his developmental changes was astonished.
Only yesterday evening, he had wished to tell Jediah how making love to her caused his blood pressure problem to vanish and helped him to deal with the torturous beliefs that he was some spectacular idiot savant or robot that was born on the earth once in a million years, but she had fallen asleep after their lovemaking.

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

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LABEL. ME. MAN By Pat Garcia

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Hello, Everyone,

I have two new releases coming up. The first one is on June 1, 2025, and I will be sharing some snippets from LABEL. ME. MAN, which is the first book. The second book is a series, and I will share more about it later.

Have a lovely Easter and be safe during the holiday.

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

Cover: 4WILLS Publishing Co

Born a savant with Autism Spectrum Disorders and labeled as unusually bright, Gioacchino Tarinni lacked any social, emotional, or spiritual graces. The scientific world labeled him a Robot. Peddled between medical offices and laboratories, doctors and scientists examined whether he could be considered human. He has failed in every experiment except for his friendship with his manservant and chauffeur, Ferro. But no one knows how it happened.
Sitting in a cafe with Ferro, Gioacchino’s eyes are drawn to a woman working on her tablet. She has a head full of braids, and he attempts to count them. But the woman keeps moving her head, foiling his efforts to get an accurate count. Annoyed, he approaches her table, intending to ask her to be still. However, in a moment of impulsive audacity, he proposes marriage instead.

Excerpt:

“What I want is my freedom. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“Freedom from me,” Gioacchino said. “I don’t understand.”
“Gio, would you really understand if I broke it down for you? You sit there in your Eiffel Tower, observing me from somewhere in a world I’m not invited to enter, and I’m lost at how I can help you. You don’t respond to any of my initiatives. You hardly ever speak to me. You sit in your chair while I watch a movie, and then at seven o’clock, we go to the dining room to eat, then I go to bed, and you come in forty-five minutes later. Now you’re placing restrictions on when I can visit my girlfriend,” Jediah said. “I have enough problems dealing with my insecurities. Here I am, fifty years old, and I let myself be talked into entering a marriage with a contract of three years to a man seventeen years younger than I am and who is a savant, autistic, and brilliant, with zero skills. I wonder what will happen to me when these three years are over and you no longer want or desire me. I’ll really be a basket case. I have more than enough problems dealing with my idiosyncrasies, and now I’ve inherited yours.”
Gioacchino stopped her, put her carry-on luggage by his feet at his right side, and drew her close. Jediah’s outburst had flooded his mind. Somewhere in her tirade, he had shut her out. He lifted her chin so that he could look at her.
“Does my behavior scare you?”
“Yes. You hardly ever say more than three sentences to me. You just stare.”
“When I stare, I’m thinking about ways to love you and smiling at the pleasure I see in your eyes when I come to our bed. Don’t you understand I’m letting you rest during the day so I won’t tire you out at night? You’re mine, Jediah.”
“But you talk to Ferro,” Jediah said. “You even talk to your secretary, Kay.”
Gioacchino leaned, reached again for her carry-on, and picked up his pace, forcing her to walk faster.
“Only when I have to, I talk to Kay,” he replied. “Why are you scared and feel unsafe when I stare at you?”
“According to our contract, I’m supposed to teach you how to interact with people, and I only have three years to do that before you give me a divorce to release me. Your life is planned like the minute hand on a watch, but when it comes to me, you never have time for me to teach you what you need to know. What happens in three years when you decide I’ve failed? What am I supposed to do then? Just walk away empty-handed, like nothing happened?”
“Has it ever occurred to you that I take you to bed every night and make love to you, not to scare you but to give you the security you seek, Jediah? I won’t ever leave you. What I say, I do. Don’t run from me. Stay and find out that you can trust me.”
“Why?”
“Because running from me will make you miserable. Me too, even though I don’t know what misery feels like. But I won’t have peace of mind until I find you and bring you back,” Gioacchino growled.

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THE SEVENTH CHANCE

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Hello, Everyone,

I am continuing with a snippet from THE SEVENTH CHANCE.

Excerpt:

Amato moved himself closer to Bob-Ann and leaned toward the headboard.
“You haven’t answered my question, and I’m waiting for your answer.”
“What do you want to hear?”
“Tell me what’s on your heart right now.”
“I’m sorry for breaking the champagne glasses. I thought you were going to leave me.”
Amato gazed at Bob-Ann and shook his head. “I wish you would love me just as much as I love you. Then you would know for sure that I am not going to leave you. We’re in this forever thing, and I don’t plan on letting you go.

Take care.

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

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THE SEVENTH CHANCE

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Hello, Everyone,

Here is a small snippet from THE SEVENTH CHANCE that I revised because I wasn’t satisfied with it.

As Amato stood in the doorway to their bedroom, he imagined Bob-Ann’s conversation with Lila. She’d never learned how to love and accept herself. Taking off his shoes, he walked to the side of the bed and sat down on it.
Bob-Ann awoke at once.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Why are you here?” Bob-Ann asked, ignoring his question.
“Have you forgotten you’re my wife and we live here?”
“I thought…”
“You thought what?” Amato replied, interrupting her with a harsh tone in his voice.
“You’re angry.”

Have a lovely day.

Pat Garcia

Shalom shalom

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THE DARK LADY, THE UNSUNG HEROINE, By Pat Garcia

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March is Women’s History Month, and included in this beautiful month is International Women’s Day, which was celebrated on March 8th. Today, I am honoring Women’s History Month by introducing a woman that I feel people know very little about. I first learned about her in 2013 and did a blog post. I have revised my blog post from 2013 here.

  • What would you do if your recognition and honor were stolen?
  • How would you react if your research was appropriated without your knowledge and permission?
  •  What would you say to those who had violated one of the fundamental laws of the Hippocratic Oath of Science –– Thou shall not steal?

The year: 1920,

The month:  July,

The date:  the twenty-fifth,

The day:  Sunday

In the middle of a European society filled with chaos and struggle, mistrust and discrimination were widely practiced against a small group of people as a young baby was born into an affluent family. As her eyes opened to view the world, racism, anti-Semitism, and suffrage were the dominating political and economic topics that occupied the minds of the people in the country of her birth.  Fear, envy, and jealousy surrounded her.  Suspicions throttled opportunities for this small ethnic group, and the baby’s facial features pointed out with clarity her ethnicity.  The fact that she was born English could not eradicate the fact–– she was Jewish.

At the time of her birth, she could not predict with a crystal ball that her Intellectual Property would be robbed, nor that she would become the victim of one of the most hideous crimes there is on this earth––a crime that has not been adequately restituted up to this day–the Espionage of knowledge. 

The child was the second in the lineage from a family of three boys and two girls. Her parents belonged to the Anglo-Jewry and practiced its traditions, as well as honored the traditions of the English Society, which was their birthplace.  Psychiatrist and Analyst Alfred Adler stated in his theory on birth order among children that the second child is the fighter, the challenger, the competitor sandwiched between the oldest and the middle child. This young woman certainly fits this description.

According to my favorite biographer of her life, Brenda Maddox, the young child knew her life was destined at twelve. Her dream was to become a scientist, and The Unsung Heroine arose.

  • What would you do if you came into the world with your mission already defined and embedded within your heart?

Throughout her life, the young woman thrived in her learning atmosphere. She mastered mathematics, geometry, and the sciences and learned languages quickly.   Raised in an environment of love and respect, the idea that she was anything less than equal to others never came to her mind.  The Dark Lady, our Unsung Heroine, was not a feminist, yet would suffer unjust snubs, ridicule, and recriminations–––after all, she was only Jewish.

By the time the Unsung Heroine had reached fifteen, she was in love with science. There was not a scientific topic that did not tease her analytical mind. Motivated, dedicated to her family, and with the stamina of persistence, she was indeed unusual.

She attended Newnham, one of the two female colleges at Cambridge University. This honor made her family incredibly proud, and she was recognized as the top student upon entry with the best evaluation in Chemistry.

In 1941, The Dark Lady received her bachelor’s degree from Cambridge and a scholarship to work on a research project concerning photochemistry.  She worked under R. G. Norris, but the Second World War had begun, and our Unsung Heroine weighed her options regarding how she could best contribute to helping her nation during the war.  She decided to work on researching the microstructures and coal usage for wartime purposes.  Identifying the microstructures and their reactions to each other was successful and later led to her receiving her Ph.D. from Cambridge University and the acknowledgment and publication of five scientific papers.

It was after this period that she began her most fruitful work. This work led three men to receive the  Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine in 1962 for the discovery of the structures of Deoxyribonucleic Acid, known by its acronym DNA.

The Dark Lady had spent time in France, where she had experienced international renown among her colleagues, and she had returned home to England on a three-year research grant to work in the lab of John T. Randall’s Bio Physics Unit at King’s College in London. He asked her to work on his DNA research project. With her experience in x-ray diffraction, where she was considered an expert before her time, she discovered two forms of Deoxyribonucleic Acid, a wet and a dry form, displaying totally different pictures.  The Dark Lady conducted various tests, and in 1953, she had photo picture proof that both structures were helices.

Unfortunately, Maurice Wilkins sent her work to scientists Francis Crick and James D. Watson without her knowledge.  Because he had not been assigned to work with her on the project, a rivalry began that brought our Unsung Heroinemuch pain. Wilkins made her life miserable during her time at King’s College. Based on her research and pictures, Crick and Watson broke the mystery of the DNA structure.  However, they did not mention they had based their work on the photo pictures from The Dark Lady, our Unsung Heroine.

  • What would have been your reaction to the theft of your intellectual property?
  • How would you have reacted to the failed acknowledgment of your critical research that may have rewarded you with the Nobel Prize?

In 1954, damaged relationships were irreparable, and The Dark Lady resettled herself and transferred her fellowship to J.D. Bernal’s Crystallography Laboratory at Birkbeck College.   She refused to look backward; instead, she looked ahead and began working with the structures of plant viruses, which drew her international attention.  During this time, she made two trips to the North American Continent.

Can’t you see her people? 

The Dark Lady, 

The Unsung Heroine of Science,

Giving her best, putting her best foot forward, no matter the circumstances, and succeeding, even though she had been intellectually robbed. 

The year was 1958,

The date is April 16,

And one of the most prolific women of the twentieth century,

The Dark Lady, 

The Unsung Heroine,

Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin,

was about to put on her wings and cross over into eternity.

In 1956, this thirty-five-year-old woman had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Even though she had undergone two surgeries and other treatments that brought about remission, the tumor continued to reappear. Nevertheless, Dr. Franklin, The Unsung Heroine of DNA, continued to gather funds for her team until she could no longer work.  She knew her time was slipping quickly but wanted to leave her team well-funded.

On her departure day, in 1958, April 16, it was windy in London.  The winds were strong throughout the United Kingdom.  The weather forecast predicted that the latter part of April would bring extremely warm temperatures. However, The Dark Lady, The Unsung Heroine of DNA, was ready to rest, and her eyes looked towards going home.

Can’t you see her?  

Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin, The Dark Lady, 

The Unsung Heroine of the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine, 

The woman in the background who laid the groundwork for the Double Helix,

She lay there reminiscing over her life, taking an account of the path she had deliberately chosen to walk. 

Looking back at thirty-seven years of a life well spent in public service and helping others by fulfilling her purpose, I can see her in my mind. I see her smiling  as she examines her accomplishments:

  • She worked successfully on a research project in Photochemistry and earned a bachelor’s degree.
  • Identified the microstructures in coal and their usage for the war industry in the Second World War. Doctor’s degree, followed by the publication of five scientific papers.
  • Discovered the wet and dry helical structures of Deoxyribonucleic Acid, which led to the discovery of the Double Helix. 
  • Instrumental in the research of plant viruses and the tobacco mosaic virus
  • Published 19 articles on coals and carbon, five articles on DNA, and 21 on Viruses
  • Was the top expert researcher in X-ray diffraction 
  • Established a global network of contacts for her team within the research world. 
  • Left more than enough financial funding to assist them.

See her through the eyes of your heart!

Look at this woman,

The Dark Lady,

The Unsung Heroine of Deoxyribonucleic Acid,

smiled once more before she let out her last sigh.  Dr.  Rosalind Elsie Franklin, the lady who laid down the groundwork for the Double Helix, put on her wings, and her spirit stood up and Walked On.

She walked on, people, she walked On!  Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin Walked On!

Walk On all you weary people who have been misunderstood, abused, or misused.

Stand tall and keep walking; a light is at the end of the tunnel.

Hold your head up high,

Walk On, I say, Walk On!

Shalom shalom,

Pat Garcia

*Some facts after Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin’s departure:

In 1962, Francis Crick, James D. Watson, and Maurice Wilkins received the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine for the Double Helix. None of the three men mentioned that his work was based on the pictures they had illegally taken from the work of Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin.

1968, Watson published his memoirs in which he portrayed Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin in a derogatory manner.

In 1975, Franklin’s friend Anne Sayre wrote a rebuttal, which began to uncover the truth about the discovery of the Double Helix.  However, a posthumous Nobel Prize award for Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin regarding her critical role that led to this discovery has not yet been rectified.

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THE SEVENTH CHANCE By Pat Garcia

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Good Morning, Everyone,

I am continuing with the Flash Fiction Story, THE SEVENTH CHANCE. I hope you enjoy it.

Bob-Ann stretched and yawned at the same time. She had not slept well. The memory of the broken glass she left on the floor by the entrance to their home, the fact that she hadn’t heard Amato come home, and her pounding headache caused her to sigh heavily. She unwrapped her body, twisted in the bedsheets, glanced at the watch near her bedstand, and decided to go back to sleep.

Amato entered the quiet house. The crystal glass crunched under his shoes. His body tensed.

Where is Bob-Ann? Is she hurt?

Flipping on the lights, he saw the room was in order except for the opened Cabinet and the glass on the floor, glimmering like stars. 

He breathed a sigh of relief. 

No thief. Now, where is she?

He walked down the hallway to their bedroom and stopped at the door. The chubby brown bundle lay partially covered with the downy feather comforter and one of her thick thighs hanging out.

Amato had seen Lila talking to her and thought nothing of it. A few minutes later, he glanced in Bob-Ann’s direction; he saw neither and assumed Bob-Ann was talking to someone else. 

An hour later, he went to find her and bumped into Lila. She informed him she’d asked Bob-Ann to leave because he didn’t want her. Amato thought the red-headed woman who had been his friend since they were kids had lost her mind. He wanted to throttle her. She’d always wanted to marry him, but he had never desired to marry her. Bob-Ann owned his heart. 

As Amato stood in the doorway to their bedroom, he imagined Bob-Ann’s conversation with Lila. She’d never learned how to love and accept herself. Taking off his shoes, he walked to the side of the bed and sat down on it.

Bob-Ann awoke at once.

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Why are you here?” Bob-Ann asked, surprised.

“Have you forgotten you’re my wife, and we live here?” 

Shalom shalom,

Pat Garcia

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THE SEVENTH CHANCE By Pat Garcia

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Hello, Everyone,

I am continuing with a snippet from last week’s introduction of The Seventh Chance, a flash fiction I am developing from a compilation of stories that will be released sometime this year.

Bob-Ann stretched and yawned at the same time. She had not slept well. The memory of the broken glass she had left on the floor by the entrance into their home, the fact that she hadn’t heard Amato come home, and the pounding headache that she had caused her to sigh heavily. She unwrapped her body, twisted in the bedsheets, and glanced at the watch near her bedstand. She had flunked her last chance not to act like a speechless, bashful mouse. Her husband, Amato, always told her that what others thought of them was unimportant. But she hadn’t been able to accept his way of thinking. Their age difference made her doubtful, mistrustful, and jealous. She’d never believed he was offering her a future with him.
Bob-Ann flung herself on the bed and thought about Amato’s longtime friend and schoolmate, Lila. When Bob-Ann first met Lila, she tried to befriend the woman, but Lila noticed her insecurities and used misconstrued truths to gnaw away at Bob-Ann’s confidence one brick at a time. Since their marriage, Lila promised her that Amato would leave her because Bob-Ann wasn’t his type.
For the sixth time, Bob-Ann believed her. Lila sounded so convincing that Bob-Ann’s tears started flowing, and she left the party without telling Amato she was going.
He had given her many chances to see the beautiful woman she was, but she failed every time. She mumbled, “There’s no such thing as a seventh chance.”
Curling herself around her pillow, she covered herself with her feather down as she thought about the cruelty of others and her inability to fight back.

Shalom shalom

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