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Both Nedra and Pet silently went through the hen\u2019s houses and gathered the eggs for tomorrow\u2019s breakfast. One of the bantam hens would not leave her nest, but Nedra simply swung her arm toward the hen and coaxed, \u201cGo on, Becky, it\u2019s time for you to eat your breakfast with the rest of \u2018em.<\/p>\n

As if on cue, the hen cocked her head from side to side and stared piercingly at Nedra then Pet as if she couldn\u2019t believe she was being forced to leave her nest. But as she did every morning and evening, she arose from her nest and strutted over to the feeding trough and joined the rest of the chickens. \u201cPet,\u201d Nedra said as they left the chicken coop and headed for the backyard, \u201cI know you feel like you between a rock and a hard place, and I do have sympathy for your predicament.\u201d<\/p>\n

Even though it was still early in the morning, they could both tell that it was going to be a hot day. Pet was already perspiring in her long-sleeved, all- black muumuu, and Nedra had removed her shoes and was enjoying the freedom of a light, loose-fitting, colorful house dress. The two women were so different, but the kinship between them was evident.<\/p>\n

Pet visibly relaxed. She felt that Nedra was not trying to judge her, just stating the facts. \u201cNedra, I know you understand what I\u2019m going through, but to tell you the truth, not taking my other grandchildren hurts too. I want to, but I just can\u2019t.\u201d \u201cPet,\u201d Nedra said as she sat on one of the lawn chairs in the backyard, \u201cI went to my brother\u2019s house, and I tell you, something strange was going on there.<\/p>\n

Remember I told you on the phone about Ellen\u2019s pictures being torn up, right?\u201d \u201cYes, Nedra, I do remember.\u201d Pet reached into her muumuu pocket and pulled out a wad of toilet paper, and wiped her brow. \u201cWell, it gets stranger than that. Turns out that my brother was messing with one of Ellen\u2019s cousins, and she \u2018bout to have a baby by Orville too!<\/p>\n

Well,\u201d Nedra continued, absentmindedly shooing a fly that was buzzing around her face, \u201cI found a letter written to Ellen that she had hidden in her chest of drawers that he didn\u2019t know about. It was from Ellen\u2019s cousin telling her that she \u2018bout to have Orville\u2019s baby, and he oughta know she\u2019s expecting Orville to help her take care of it. I think that they must have been fighting about that, and it got out of hand.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pet got up from the backyard bench she was sitting on and stared up at her.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2022 Elaine Kelliher All rights reserved. This book nor any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Printed in the United States of America ISBN: 979-8-218-15724-1 (Paperback) ISBN: 979-8-218-15725-8 (Hardcover) OceanofPDF.com There will be haters, There will be doubters, There will be non-believers, And then there will be YOU, proving them wrong once again.<\/p>\n

~Jennifer Van Allen OceanofPDF.com Acknowledgments To the little girl in me who knew she had to survive\u2014if for nothing else than to tell her story. I also want to thank my mother, Ellen, who lived long enough to give me enough love to last my lifetime, and my siblings, Lorna and Orville Jr., for reminding me about unconditional love. My teachers, especially my elementary school teacher, Mrs. Kerr, and my high school English teacher, Mr. Wilson, for sharing their joy of learning and reading: inspiring me to pursue my dreams along the way.<\/p>\n

My family: my son Ronald, who in his own quirky way kept bugging me to finish my book; my daughter Renee\u2019, who taught me that even when you\u2019re down, you\u2019re not finished; and my youngest, Niambi, who pushed me, kicking and screaming, into a book publisher\u2019s arms. To the bohemian poet, Clive Matson, whose weekly writing workshops kept me grounded in the writer\u2019s world. A special shout-out to my long-time friends, Billie, Ruby, and Kennetta, who have been encouraging me from day one.<\/p>\n

To my husband Giles, I could not have asked for a more supportive partner. Thank you for believing in my book\u2019s potential and for arranging my forgotten mother\u2019s gravestone. It meant the world to me and my siblings. OceanofPDF.com Prologue \u201cFor life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2013Kahlil Gibran A shotgun blast pierced Lily\u2019s ears, causing her temples to pulse and her slight body to propel itself upwards from the front porch steps. Her brother, Deenie, stood up, eyes wide with fright, and stared at his big sister. His two- year-old eyes glanced from Lily to the screened-in front door and back to Lily again. Lily could see him trembling. Neither Lily nor her brother had ever heard a shotgun going off, and the reverberating sound scared them.<\/p>\n

Deenie clutched his sister\u2019s gangly legs and whimpered. The Jenkins\u2019 house was a half-mile from the nearest road. A car hadn\u2019t passed by for over an hour, and Lily could hear the fieldworkers outside plowing the nearby beet fields.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “Do You Think I Cried Too Long?” by Kelliher, Elaine, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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