I happened to see Katrina the other morning. She has a camera. A nice one. We asked Mrs. Martinez if we could borrow her truck for a picture. Katrina and Rosario took some great pictures. Then Katrina hurt her back so she hasn't sent them to me yet. I'm hoping to take some more next week with the janitor's truck. It's white and would showcase the font against the green backdrop.
Which leads me to the font. Again, giving me fits. I picked three. I found new ones. I mixed and matched. Grrr.
So, I'm back to the beginning. The girl with the dog. Because I think once you read the book, you'll get the cover. And I've always liked that cover. It's comfortable.
At forty-two, Abby Pryzbylowicz had everything she thought
she ever wanted—nice apartment, nice car, nice life. A novelist by trade, she
penned romance novels for the money, detective mysteries for fun, and the
occasional piece of literary fiction to keep her name in the papers. A
reclusive woman by choice, she only wanted to be left alone with her
characters. However, when her cousin phoned and begged Abby to help with her
mother she couldn’t say no. Abby loved
Aunt Rose. Besides, it was only for the summer.
Upon her arrival to Rose MacLaren’s house, Abby found her
aunt a ferocious hoarder, had frequent bouts of forgetfulness, and a penchant
for choosing her clothing according to color rather than season. Conversations
had to be pieced together to make sense. And convincing Rose not to drive proved to
be a covert operation.
When Abby set out to help her aunt, she thought it would be
simple enough. All she had to do was clean the house and get it ready to sell.
Rose was moving in with her daughter in September. However, as family skeletons
started falling out of the closet, Abby’s only confidant was the mechanic next
door.
Dealing with him was another story.
It should be available everywhere.
Robynne Rand (c) 2017
