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Casanova Cowboy--excerpt 11, Mom

           “Not like that.  At first Max
was exciting because he chased me, wanted me, Mathew never did that.  Like most girls I was in love with the idea
of love.  Then real life comes in.  Do you still love Dad, Mom?”

            She started to
make a salad, washing the iceberg lettuce and putting it on the counter next to
the sink to drain.  I realized she never
specifically taught me but I washed lettuce the same way.   I watched as she cut the tomatoes and then
sliced red onion, moving back and forth to the refrigerator, stepping around
the dogs now lying in the middle of the floor.

            “Sometimes,” she
answered honestly.  “Sometimes not.  When you’ve been married as long as we have, things
change.  It comes and goes.  Right now it’s sort of gone.  Your Dad travels so much that we get our
space and keep it together.  There’s no
place either of us wants to go right now.”

            “How sad,” I said.

Another chapter finished, new chapter

While another chapter has closed in our life, a new chapter has opened.  I look forward to what's to come.  Goodbye 5850.

Casanova Cowboy paperback version

The first print the cover was not right.  We worked to correct it and now it is.  Moving has cut deeply into my writing which makes me frustrated but had to be done.  Now organizing in new places will come into play but no deadline there, so it will have to be done slowly---around my writing.  I have a ton to do in the next few months.

Casanova Cowboy--excerpt 10

          We crawled in bed and turned on a movie.  I cuddled up against him and he draped his
arm around my shoulders.  He ran his
fingers gently up and down my arm.  Like
this, when we were away from the world, it worked.  Months ago I realized it wasn’t practical to
think it could be just us, the world was out there, and in it too much
temptation for him.  Mathew didn’t
understand what I meant, but I knew.   He
hadn’t been able to convince me otherwise.  
The phone woke us in the morning. I reached across Mathew to answer it.
          “You two all
rested?” Ryan asked.