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The book is a story within its self however, I borrowed many excerpts from two of my others novels, Cast a Dark Shadow and Cousin, Relatively speaking both are non-published books.
Connor, on his way to work one morning, decided to take a different route. While driving through the back streets he came upon a lawn. Sale, not necessarily his forte but something different.
There were several rows of item, many types of different merchandise. There were radios, toasters, televisions even a refrigerator, more like a moving out sale than a simple garage sale.
Several tables of old books, Connor like to read and just couldn’t pass by without thumbing through the pages. He came upon one in particular that caught his eye, Cast a Dark Shadow he opened it up and began to read the preface, lot of interesting stuff in there he thought. He noticed the name of the Author C (Mike) Dunaway, never heard of him he declared, however if the content is as the preface says I’ll give it a try.
Connor walked up to the lady attendant, ask her, how much?
Fifty cents She replied. He dug through his pockets, pulled out a hand full of change and handed the nice lady the proper change, thanked her and drove away.
At work Connor left the book in his truck and went inside his shop and started to work. When he got home he tossed the book on the dining room table, went into the kitchen, grabbed a soda from the fridge, went to the living room and flopped down on the couch.
His wife Kitty worked at the courthouse as a court recorder, didn’t get home until six thirty sometimes later depending on the Judge. She passed by the table, went into the kitchen then turned around and returned to the dining room table. It appears she had caught a glance of the book lying there on the table. She too thumbed through the pages. About that time Connor who had dozed off awoke and noticed Kitty flipping pages. He snuck up behind her and surprised her it was like she had been caught with her hands in the old preverbal cookie jar.
Well as it turned out that book would become Connors project he would read his wife to sleep each and every night from cover to cover, like it or not, not could be costly for Connor. Women seem to have all the control when it comes to the bedroom antics.
