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Waffer-Thin Mint [MultiFormat]
eBook by Eugen M. Bacon
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: A jealous husband. An indifferent man. One tree. What does it take to reach breaking point?
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: New Approach, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2006
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [175 KB], eReader (PDB) [25 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [11 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [11 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [73 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [83 KB], hiebook (KML) [83 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [39 KB], iSilo (PDB) [9 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [12 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [40 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [19 KB]
Words: 3256
Reading time: 9-13 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
I trace our walk to a peeling bench on Maloolabat Gardens. Inside a quiet corner, by a thick hedgerow with olive holly leaves mottled with scarlet berries, an aroma of freesias and yellow roses and the climbing vine of a passion plant wrap around me. Goose pimples push my skin. I shiver. Dan's arm, sure and sturdy as oak, rests lightly on my shoulder. Standing there, every pulse of me is wonderfully alive.
Suddenly I see her--oblivious to a playful wind on her back, almost radiant, a glister in her eyes.
Mrs. Kerry Parker Jones.
It started out another morning, another row. Nothing specific, just battle lines drawn. A marriage on a trudge. Vince downed his coffee without a word. Avoided my pleading eyes with nonchalance. He reached for a set of keys labelled Tootgarook Plumbing in gold.
Fingers in hand, I wondered where it had gone wrong and why. The door slammed, and I jumped with it. A van ignited and revved. And a crunch of gravel took my Vince away.
I hovered by the window, listening to a fading engine until it was gone. Even as I stood there, feeling flat as a tack head, something drew my eye across the street. Inside a parted upstairs curtain, the pale and borderless beauty of Mrs Jones pressed against misty glass. I smiled wanly. She touched the tips of her fingers to the glass.
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