And with thanks to Ken and Raena, who are richer in spirit than any of the characters I could ever hope to describe in this story.
I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favor to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.– Ecclesiastes 9:11.
This is a work of fiction. All incidents are imagined and not based on real people or events. For a full disclaimer see the postscript at the end of this novel.
Mike Check. Check One Two.
Mom and I were standing in the kitchen of my parent’s house in Lincoln, Nebraska, crying, as I tried to explain the mess I had made of my 24 year old life.
“I’m not a criminal, Mom. I would never do anything illegal.”
“Do you need money?”
“Of course not! Mom, I have lots of money.”
“Illegal money.”
“No, legal money. Perfectly legal money. I haven’t broken any law.”
“So, why? Why did you do this to yourself?”
“Because I’m an idiot?”
“I’m not going to disagree with you, if that’s what you’re hoping.”
“I’m not going to disagree with me, either, Mom.” I gathered myself together. We looked at one another, both of us in tears. Eventually I realized there was no easy way to begin to make her understand, so I stood up and walked over to the bench to put some coffee on. “If you’ve got time, I can tell you the whole story. It’s not a good story. I’m an idiot. I know.”
“Make three cups. I’m going to get your father. He deserves to hear this, too.”
“Okay, Mom.” I started to make the coffee, knowing it would be the most difficult conversation I would ever have. Or so I thought, at that time.
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Rebecca.A, Prequel has
me wanting to see more like your last story Wild Horses.
May Your Light Forever Shine