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Lessons from
Wabbaseka
By Liza
O’Connor
Liza’s real memories of Wabbaseka
When I was a young girl (6-7 years old, I think) I recall my uncle worked in a dark but
soothing store, that sold most anything you could ask for. Clothes, tools,
snacks. It was rather like a Woolworth store.
(I think he was the bookkeeper.) At the time he and my aunt lived in an
apartment on the second floor of the building.
The next
time I visited them, they had moved to a one-story Victorian house with a porch
and a swing. They spent the rest of their lives there until the minister
wrongly convinced them to go into a nursing home.
Here’s a pic of
my aunt & uncles actual house.
(House
Pic here)
They went to a
nursing home about six years ago, and died soon after, so the place is a bit
overgrown now and it’s going to be torn down. I got this 2015 pic off the
internet.
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Blurb
When Anna Baker is fired from her New York job, she accepts her
aunt and uncle’s offer to come live with them in the little town of Wabbaseka,
Arkansas. She discovers a house in dire need of repairs and her relatives in
need of proper care. Under the misconception that being unemployed means she
has no money, the local sheriff gets involved in her life, trying to determine
how she can afford the building materials to fix up the house. Her cousin, Dewayne,
appears and wants her evicted, and the FBI thinks she’s involved in a
money-laundering scheme. While Anna doesn’t find the peace and quiet she seeks,
she may find love…
Excerpt
Bad
habits of the Yankee woman
Anna
knelt and hugged the blonde cherub. “How’s my best friend?”
“I
get to stay the whole day with you. We’re going to have so much fun! Daddy says
so.”
Anna
looked up at Jeremy in surprise. So far he had been less than enthusiastic with
her “odd yankee ways”.
He
ran a hand through his dark brown unruly hair, as his seductive brown eyes met
hers. “I said she was staying the day. She added the part about fun on her
own.”
Yep.
No change of attitude there. She refocused on Claire. “Well, you are absolutely
correct. We are going to have a whole bunch of fun today.”
“Are
we going to help Daddy carpentry?”
“Nope.
We’re going to do our own project.”
“What
project?” Jeremy demanded, as his brow furrowed.
Anna
took a great deal of pleasure from his look of worry. She picked Claire up into
her arms. “You’ll have to wait until this afternoon to find out.”
Claire
clapped her hands in reply.
“You
aren’t taking my daughter anywhere until I know.”
God.
She’d never met such a chauvinistic control freak in her life. “Don’t worry,
Claire will be perfectly safe.”
***
Jeremy
worried as he made his way up into the attic. God knows what that crazy woman
had planned for the day. As he worked, he mentally listed all her annoying
qualities, and it was an impressive list. She cursed like a man. She dressed
like a man. She never fixed her hair or tried to pretty herself up. She just
didn’t give a rat’s ass what people thought of her. She was rude, much too
forthright, and her accent grated his nerves. However, she did pay well, and
her smile—when she smiled—was genuine. There was nothing fake about her. Her
desire to do things on her own was annoying as hell, yet she’d been very
helpful. In fact, he missed her assistance more than he expected. She was a
damned good table saw cutter.
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