 Hearts and Hands Lyn Austin, C.S. Bezas, Bryce Haderlie, Janie Van Komen, Lori Nawyn, Kenya Transtrum, RaeAnne Thayne Copyright © January 2005 All rights reserved. Chapter Book Completed Soft Cover Published by other 60 pages ISBN 0-9716237-4-0 $7.25 Publishing Information Published on February 2005 Read an Excerpt "Lori Nawyn demonstrates her sophistication as a short story writer in 'Til the Cows Come Home.' She immediately draws the reader into the protagonist's situation by setting up an interesting conflict: a mother who's tired of parenting. This is a gripping and touching story. --Dr. Judy Elsley, Professor, Weber State University Excerpt New Beginnings, RaeAnne Thayne “Next week we’ll go. I swear, hon. Love you.” He was already out the door as the tears I’d been fighting gushed out. This had been the way our relationship had been for the last month. Every time I tried to arrange time for us to be together, Mitch escaped to his brother’s house a few miles from ours. Couldn’t he understand I needed him here? That I had fears and worries I needed to share with him? One of the biggest of those fears was that he regretted this decision to have a child. When we first found out I was expecting, Mitch had been as thrilled as I was about this baby. He’d gone with me to the doctor appointments and had devoured all the literature on childbirth. Lately, though, it seemed like the bigger I got with this baby, the more distracted he became. We bickered over the littlest things, from what kind of cat food to buy to how long to water the lawn. I also couldn’t help wonder if maybe Mitch was comparing our life — filled with talk of diaper services and stroller brands — with his brother’s. If he was, I was afraid to know which would come out the winner. Phil was a footloose bachelor, with a different beautiful — and skinny — woman on his arm every week. He had a fancy car, a giant big-screen television set, and a state-of-the-art stereo system. How could I blame Mitch for preferring to spend his free time there, rather than at home with me and my huge stomach and swollen feet? Things didn’t seem to improve the rest of the week. Mitch left early each day to go to work at his construction job and returned after I’d already left for my late shift at the hospital. We barely had time to exchange hellos and by Friday, I was exhausted and depressed. |
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