Reminder -- we have a signing today at the B&N in Round Rock, Texas. Hope lots and lots of folks show up to keep us company.
AND NOW FOR THE SATURDAY MORNING BREAKFAST SERIAL:
Who in the @#*$& is Boone Carter?
Sara and my mother died in the crash. I was thrown from the wreckage on the way down. Knocked me out, broke my leg, but I lived: lived to testify against Abe, who'd been driving the truck that hit us. That testimony, combined with the DNA evidence that Sara's baby was his, convinced the judge and jury to send him away for a long, long time.
It didn't bring them back. Nothing could. At fourteen years old I was alone, with enemies that wanted me dead. I stayed with a foster family until I graduated high school at seventeen. They were nice enough folks. They took good care of me. But I didn't love them, and I don't think they were heartbroken when I went out on my own.
After Katrina I went down to New Orleans, started over in a new place with a new name.
But you carry your past with you wherever you go. It's part of who you are. It may not be as immediate as it was. But it's there.
And now the enemies of my past where here.
The question was, what was I going to do about it?
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