Happy Sunday afternoon to all from a Florida cool autumn day. That means its 71 degrees here heading for 74 later today--balmy for those of you up north. Here, folks tend to bundle up.
Today I'm giving you the last preview installment (for now) of "Where the Lion Dwells." Enjoy the short segment and if you're curious about where the story goes from here, you can download an electronic copy or buy it in print and have an entertaining read for Turkey Day.
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watched him vanish into the dark night before heading back to the house and
preparing for bed. As she slipped between the cool sheets, her thoughts
returned to her conversation with Shahin’s uncle. Distraction my Aunt Fanny. Who the hell does he think he is? Dictating
who I can and cannot spend time with is way outside of insulting. If the good
doctor calls me again for anything whether it’s social or has to do with Shahin,
al-Najid’s dictates have guaranteed I’ll accept. She rolled over on her
side, pillowed her head on her cocked arm, and tried to get comfortable. Europe? Why not the Middle East?