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Cindy Bradford
When he arrived at exactly six o’clock, Carmella strolled onto the terrace, putting his uneasiness to rest with a big hug, followed by a kiss on both cheeks.
“It is so wonderful to have you in our home.”
“You look stunning, Carmella,” he offered shyly.
“How debonair you look, Patrico.” [Read more…] about Keeping Faith Chapter 9 Part IV
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I grew up in Kilgore, Texas, in the East Texas Piney Woods, went to Baylor University in Waco, TX before I ended up in Dallas for 25 years. I now live at South Padre Island, Texas, at the southern most tip of the state.
I don’t ever remember not writing. In high school I wrote poetry, but even before that when I was just a little girl I wanted to be a journalist, so I wrote little stories on leftover typing paper at my house. In college I wrote feature stories for a local newspaper and for the college newspaper.
I taught English and journalism and then became director of communications for the school district. In that job, I wrote stories every day. I had numerous articles published in professional journals, but I always wanted to write a novel. When I retired, I began my first novel, which turned out to be Keeping Faith.
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Patrick looked around at the terrazzo floor, the ornate mirrors, a small marble fireplace and fresh lavender flowers on the dresser and in the bathroom. The bathroom was huge. This is bigger than the room Joe Jr. and I slept in the whole time we were growing up he thought. Unsure of how long he would stay he took only a few clothing articles out of his suitcase. Carmella and Stefano had both assured him he was welcome for an extended stay, but he was not accustomed to such hospitality and generosity and wasn’t sure how to react. [Read more…] about Keeping Faith Chapter 9 Part III
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“Let’s go Patrico; it will be your own Roman Holiday, just a few hours away.”
Those who knew Patrick would never have believed he was going home, with an almost stranger. Patrick could not believe it himself, but in a way it seemed like he had known her for years.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Come with me to the phone. I must call Stefano!”
Standing off to one side of the pay phone, Patrick heard her say “Buon giorno, Carmen,” although he didn’t understand any of the conversation after ‘Good Morning.” For a moment he was lost in thought, watching a swarm of people pulling luggage, boarding buses, hailing cabs and hugging loved ones. Suddenly Carmella’s voice brought him back as he took a long step to catch up with her and open her door. [Read more…] about Keeping Faith Chapter 9 Part II
Every so often I get an email from someone who really makes my day, and that happened to me on Saturday. A friend of mine from my University of Texas at Brownsville professor days who now lives in Tennessee has been so kind to read both books and comment on them. [Read more…] about Emails That Keep Me Writing
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Italy, 1975
Two days after graduation, Patrick boarded the plane. When he took his seat he found himself next to an attractive well-dressed, middle aged woman, with upswept black hair, who immediately introduced herself and began talking. [Read more…] about Keeping Faith Chapter 9 Part I
