“My darling Edith…”Averil read the impassioned words in disbelief and astonishment. A love letter, here among her spinster aunt's possessions? What could it mean?When Averil Matthews arrives to sort out her deceased aunt's estate, she expects to find a neat bundle of papers in a drawer somewhere suitable to her aunt's unassuming life. Instead, she finds a passionate love letter. A letter worn by years of reading and re-reading…
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Averil nodded, and they walked through the house and out to the gate. They said goodbye to each other, and Rose started back along the street. When she reached the end, she decided she would take the path along the riverside to her house. The tide was coming in. In the late-afternoon light, the river appeared dark and mysterious. Pohutukawa trees leaned their giant silver-gray branches out over the water in graceful embrace. A kingfisher, perched among the branches, spied something in the secret depths below and dived in a flash of iridescent blue. Rose paused to survey the scene before her. Across the river, the mountain was shadowed, the sun behind it. As she watched the clouds turn pink, she experienced a thrill of excitement as she thought of her afternoon's adventure. What would the following day reveal? She turned to unlatch the gate to her yard; and as she did so, a monarch butterfly alighted on the worn post beside her hand. For one incredible moment, she looked right into the creature's eyes. Then it was off, sailing into the air on its jaunty flight. A strange shiver went all the way through her, and for fully thirty seconds, she didn't move. Her heart raced uncomfortably, and the skin on the back of her neck prickled. In her mind's eye, she could still vividly see the butterfly's bright dark eyes. It had been like looking into a pool of infinity.
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When Averil Matthews arrives to sort out her deceased aunt's estate, she expects to find a neat bundle of papers in a drawer somewhere, reflecting her aunt's unassuming life. Instead, she finds a passionate love letter, worn by years of reading and re-reading. driven to learn the truth, Averil enlists the aid of mystery writer Rose Rountree, and what they discover changes Averil's life forever.
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If she could just get to her chair...the letter was on the little table...Read it one more time... She gasped in a breath, leant against the door. So dizzy...But there... She almost smiled. Sunlight spilled in through the windows, touching gold to all the room. Her beloved paintings, the cushion she had started last week. Wouldn t finish now. She was crossing the room...Floating...Legs all funny. That horrible rasping sound in her throat again. This is how it is, she thought as she made it to her chair. The satin cushion was as smooth and cold as her skin. She fumbled to place it against the pain at her side. Shaking, she reached for the letter. The pages were worn smooth from so many readings, the words almost faded away. But she knew them by heart... "My darling Edith..." Her vision blurred, and she wished she had the strength to put on her glasses. Ah! Pain! Such a sharp, sharp pain. She slumped sideways in the chair...slowly folded forward over the armrest. The letter floated from her hands and came to rest on the embroidered footstool at her feet.
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- Release Date 01/09/2012
- Author Judy Lawn
- Language English
- Company Zumaya Enigma; 2nd edition
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