Since I am done my tale of Primo I will be using this blog to bring you updates on a book I am writing. It is a sequel to Two Mothers, Twin Daughters. A number of people have complained about the twins not being united by the end of the first book. I am trying to resolve this issue but have a very stubborn foster father to deal with. He has his roots down deep in the Switzerland mountains. Tag along with me while I try to pull them out!
Here we go: This starts off with Alice's thoughts.
What have I done? What have I ever, ever done, Alice wailed inwardly. She felt like she was encased in a cocoon as the aeroplane circled round and round above the large European airport. As far as the eye could see there was a blanket of white haze. Part of the problem was that she couldn’t see, and the heavy, thick clouds seemed to be pressing in on every side. Are we going to run out of petrol?
She saw a business man in an unpretentious medium gray suit and his hat in his hand motion to the air stewardess. With a smiling, yet professional demeanour, the woman seemed to be reassuring the man that yes, they were soon to land. Alice wasn’t so sure.
There was a huge knot in her stomach. She wished the airliner would just turn around and go back home. She wished she hadn’t got on it in the first place. Home? Where was home? Is that what she had called that little farm carved out of the wilderness? She had lived with the Haynes’ all her life, but her heart tugged mightily towards what she called her real family way back in northern Alberta. Her eyes burned with unshed tears. Yes, that was home, but I can’t go back! The Haynes’ raised me. It would be too much of a tearing for both them and me, if I would have stayed. She felt sick with despair. http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/results.asp
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Here we go: This starts off with Alice's thoughts.
She saw a business man in an unpretentious medium gray suit and his hat in his hand motion to the air stewardess. With a smiling, yet professional demeanour, the woman seemed to be reassuring the man that yes, they were soon to land. Alice wasn’t so sure.
There was a huge knot in her stomach. She wished the airliner would just turn around and go back home. She wished she hadn’t got on it in the first place. Home? Where was home? Is that what she had called that little farm carved out of the wilderness? She had lived with the Haynes’ all her life, but her heart tugged mightily towards what she called her real family way back in northern Alberta. Her eyes burned with unshed tears. Yes, that was home, but I can’t go back! The Haynes’ raised me. It would be too much of a tearing for both them and me, if I would have stayed. She felt sick with despair. http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/results.asp
bookstore.iuniverse.com/
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