The responsibility of reading page two sickened him. Peeling down a corner of Dottie’s letter was like lifting a sheet at the morgue—silent, surreal. Yeah. That’s him. Even the handwriting was dead, now. Only echoes remained.
The companion novel to
My Quirks and My Compass is now available.
A portion of the proceeds for year 1 signed copies
will be donated to Literacy Volunteers of Rochester, NY
c/o Friends of Half Moons and Maiden Names.