The Tale of Two Affairs

My 16th Novel is now available on Amazon/Kindle

The Tale of Two Affairs is a story about the illegitimate daughter of Jennifer Cooper and Samuel Little in the mid-eighteen hundred.  Rebecca Cooper is raised by her grandfather in the Catskill Mountains west of Kingston, New York.

This story takes you through her determination to get to know her father and as his only child inherits his vast wealth that is left in a trust controlled by his lawyer.  As his illegitimate daughter, her acceptance in the town of Rhinebeck is less than ideal leading her to look elsewhere to begin her life.

Finding a Union veteran living in her grandfather's cabin, Rebecca decides to engage Ryan Ford in a plan to marry her for one year so that she can control her father's trust.  The plan sounded simple and was beneficial to both of these strangers.  Once they set the plan into action his complicated life entraps them in an emotional tornado that encompasses all of her energy and destroys her silent hope that he would fall in love with her during their plan.

Plans rarely work perfectly and love does not come because one wishes it to.  Rebecca falls victim to her own feelings.

The Tale of Two Affairs

Germaphobic...ick!

Yesterday I started working on the ponds following

a long winter that froze them over almost every day of January and

into February.  Part of the pond spring cleaning is that

over the winter the green hair algae grew so I have to by hand pull it out

then treat the water.  I tell you this because touching icky things

does not phase me whatsoever.

little invisible germs

crawling on the handles and buttons

of public places

left behind by a sneeze or a silly cough

my magnifier in hand

I inspect the silver bars and knobs

the railings and elevator buttons

the pen at the front desk

used by a thousand people before you

that little tickle

running up and down the warm throat

produces a series of sneezes

launched with intent

germs spread around me unabashed

I cringe and step back

use my elbows and backside

so not to be in danger

of picking up a hitchhiking monster

intent to make me sick

my fingers are wrinkled

not from old age but constant washing

I use up the liquid soap

only to realize I touched the button

must wash again

I do believe

that I shall buy little white gloves

as the first line of defense

when wandering into public places

excuse me...don't sneeze.

barb