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The Girls of Summer - 6

The Girls of Summer: 6

by Clara
Copyright©2022, 2024 Clara Schuman

 

Hunter realizes a few things about himself and gets dressed up to attend his friend's
bat mitzvah party. I am so happy that so many of you are enjoying this story. I truly
appreciate you letting me know that you're reading and what you think about the story.
For those of you who feel that characters have reached resolution already or that
Hunter's health is being neglected, all I can suggest is - read on. Thank you!!!

The Girls of Summer - 5

The Girls of Summer: 5

by Clara
Copyright©2022, 2024 Clara Schuman

 


As Hunter, with the support of most of his family, begins to become more accepting of
his situation, his father, Bob, is having problems coming to terms with losing his son.

The Girls of Summer - 3

The Girls of Summer: 3

by Clara
Copyright©2022, 2024 Clara Schuman

 

Hunter prepares for softball camp with the support of his family and his friend, Wanda.
When camp begins, of course, there are complications.

The Girls of Summer - 2

The Girls of Summer: 2

by Clara
Copyright©2022, 2024 Clara Schuman

 

Hunter is facing a summer of solitude due to his condition, but maybe there is hope for attending a
different summer camp? Attending would mean some changes, though...
I am truly thrilled that you enjoyed Chapter 1. I hope that you enjoy Chapter 2 as well!

At Aunt Greta's 15—Farah, Bryony & The B.B.C.

For a Very Special Girl on her birthday–I hope you’re having a wonderful day, poppet

At Aunt Greta’s–
Farah, Bryony & The B.B.C.
by Gabi

Chapter 15 of a Continuing Saga…

We waved them goodbye as Mrs Rose drove off and then returned to the house where Farah and I went back up to my room. Everything had been left neat and tidy.

‘I hope everything goes okay for Bryony at the doctor’s,’ I said. ‘It’s not going to be easy for her having to pretend to be a boy at school and only being a girl at home and the weekends.’

At Aunt Greta's 14—Booby Trap!

At Aunt Greta’s–
Booby Trap!
by Gabi

Chapter 14 of a Continuing Saga…

We finished our pud and were clearing the dirty crocks to the kitchen when the ’phone rang. ‘I’ll get it, Auntie,’ I said, putting the pudding bowls on the counter above the dishwasher. I hurried to the ’phone and lifted the handset.

‘Hello, nine-four-nine-seven-six-three.’

‘Gaby? This is B-Bryony. I’ve t-told Mummy and we’re g-going to see D-Dr MacNeish after tea.’

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