Excerpt from, "Anger Love, Rage Peace" to be finished by May 1st, 2019

“Well, they said she is stable. She can speak. It’s her left side that will be a chore to get back they said. Sandra Mae has been here since about three in the morning on Sunday. I heard it’s been good for Mom. I’m happy about that. How’s Trent doing?” Tom responds.

“Oh, Trent is doing well. He has the next seven days off he said. He can fly out tomorrow and help with whatever we need and Mom needs.” Eddie states.

“That would be great! We will take all the help we can get.” Tom replies.

“Yes, it does help to have a compassionate male nurse in the family. He loves to help people. Trent is indeed a gorgeous soul.” Eddie remarks.

“Eddie better thn your first wife. I love it!” Tom smiling comments.

“Indeed so. Thomas you have that quite correct. I dare say.” Eddie being his old funny self.

Excerpt from, "Anger Love, Rage Peace", sequel to "No Fury Like a Woman"...

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