Within two months, she was dead.Ĭal sucked in a stifled breath, willing his lungs to expand. She was granted that request when her doctor discovered an inoperable brain tumor. Ruth knew it, accepted it, and prayed she would be spared the drawn-out life of confusion that came with Alzheimer’s. Soon, amusement turned to apprehensive resignation, knowing she wouldn’t be with them much longer. When those around her most often began to note the times she no longer remembered how to boil an egg, or would cry when she put her shoes on the wrong feet and couldn’t reason a solution, her endearing quirks were now warning signs. Sifting through the fading and loose files fluttering around in her damaged brain to determine what was real, and what was fantasy. What no one had realized at the time was that Aunt Ruth had been fact checking.
“Finn, do you remember the time we went to the lake up in Somerset, and it was absolutely freezing, and you nearly cut your finger off on that fishing line?” Finn McCafferty had been Ruth’s dearest friend since college, too many years back for either to remember clearly, but so firmly established in their minds that every time they were together they spoke of the parts they did remember. Mostly the attorney’s own lament of how he’d lost a treasured and respected friend, and how there would never be another like her. Yes, Ruth Ridge Sage was determined to have her way, even in death.Ĭal tried to focus on the words being spoken over the small, hushed group. She was also wise, caring and determined, though that didn’t change the fact that she was a pain. Words considered insults by some, to Cal they were some of his great aunt’s most endearing qualities. Williams and all my beta readers, editors and reviewers: I couldn’t do this without you. ~ To my family, Robert Sr., Rob II (the sequel), Danielle & Angelo: You guys are huge motivations for all that I do. It’s my desire to give back, by using my words to touch others and guide them to You.
~ To God, first and always: I only do what I do because of the gifts You’ve put in me. *Rated R: This book contains sexual content, strong adult themes, and is intended for audiences 18 and up. Scenes in this story may contain graphic and/or sexual situations not suitable for younger readers, but are framed by Christian morals and/or solutions.
Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the publisher. Text Copyright © 2018 K-I-S-S-I-N-G by Dana Pratola
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