Sit a spell and make yourself at home.
Excerpt from Chapter Two
At first, Bonita tried not to bring her clients home because she didn't want Bert to know what she was doing to support them. But she found that even the sleaziest motels were too costly, so she began to use the apartment during the day when Bert was in school. As the years wore on, she didn't care whether Bert knew or not. If this is what I have to do to feed him, why shouldn't he know?
To escape her miserable life, she began experimenting with drugs. The first few times, a young Latin john gave her drugs in exchange for sex. After she was hooked, he started charging for them. She offered to continue giving him free sex, but he declined. He told her he couldn't make a living giving away his product any more that she could hers. As Bonita's drug habit grew, she had to service more and more men.
Excerpt from Chapter Eight
Detective Lou Milton of the Oceana Police Department approached the nurse's station at Beach Community Hospital. "I understand they brought a Jane Doe in here Friday night. I'd like to see her."
"Dr. Morgan is not allowing her to have any visitors yet," replied the young nurse.
Detective Milton pulled out his badge and flashed it at her. "This isn't a social call, missy. I'm here on police business. What room is she in?"
"Sir, I'm not allowed to give out any information with out Dr. Morgan's permission," answered the flustered nurse.
"Well, then I suggest you get the good doctor over here right away, because one way or another I'm going to see that woman."
Excerpt from Chapter Sixteen
A few minutes passed before a man, about Bert's same height, entered the building and walked up to Mr. Freeman. They spoke briefly, then walked to the elevator. From Bert's previous experiences with the law, he was certain from the man's swagger and attitude that he was a cop. Probably that Oceana detective whose name was in The Post.Doble mierda!
Bert wondered on the way up from Boca how he was going to find out what room Jenny was in. He didn't want to just ask for her because he was afraid he would be in trouble when the police found out that his was one of the cars that followed her the night of the accident. He thought if he could find out what floor she was on, then all he'd have to do was check each room until he found her. It would cut his search time by hours. If he followed the policeman and Mr. Freeman onto the elevator and watched which floor they got off on, his question would be answered. But it was risky.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
"Chris, if I tell you something will you promise me you'll never tell another soul?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"Don't guess, Chris. My life could depend on it."
"Okay, I promise."
"I'm the one who made the anonymous phone call to the police and reported that Dad was involved in illegal drug activity. I did it after I read about that girl dying."
Chris was aghast. "You did what? I can't believe you turned in your own father."
"I probably wouldn't have if it hadn't been for his attitude. Instead of being remorseful, he seemed resentful that the girl died. You know, like she did it on purpose to get him in trouble."
Chapter Thirty
Bert entered the employee lounge, where a small refrigerator, microwave, coffee pot and supplies were located. He placed the donuts and his briefcase on the counter and poured two cups of coffee, one for each of the Freemans. Opening his case, he removed a plastic bag and scooped out a heaping spoonful of the poison. A few granules dropped on the counter as he attempted to spoon it into the cup on the left. He added cream and sugar before placing it in the microwave to be sure the poison was thoroughly dissolved. A short time later, Bert carried a tray with the coffee and two donuts into Mr. Freeman's office. His hand shook as he passed them out.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
The two women got out of the car and went inside the house. Miguel hoped they had drawn the drapes as he didn't want any witnesses. As he pulled toward the curb, he saw Andy Lewis' BMW pull onto the driveway. Miguel got out of his Bronco and started up the block, patting the pistol he carried in the pocket of his baggy pants. A car turned the corner and slowly came towards him. Miguel jumped back, crouching down in front of the Bronco, not wanting to be caught in the headlights. To his dismay, this car also pulled up in front of the house. What are they doing, having a friggin' party?
Here you will be among the first to explore a new book by Mary Ann Hall who lives in Marion Landing, near Ocala, Florida.
"FILLING IN THE BLANKS", has been published and ready to view.
A spicy novel about a woman who awakens from a coma in a dreary, small-town hospital with no memory of her past, including the automobile accident that brought her there. As she struggles to regain her memory, her psychiatrist tries to determine whether the amnesia was brought on by the accident itself or other more sinister events,
and the police try to determine whether she was merely speeding or being stalked when her car crashed through the I-95 guard rail. Slowly, through psychotherapy and hypnosis, they begin to unlock the doors to her memory and examine past and present relationships. While she works to recover her physical and mental health, danger
lurks in the background due to the misdeeds of someone she has yet to recall. Travel with her as she wends her way through her hazy world while she’s “Filling In The Blanks.”
Synopsis
A spicy novel about a woman who awakens from a coma in a dreary, small-town hospital with no memory of her past, including the automobile accident that brought her there. As she struggles to regain her memory, her psychiatrist tries to determine whether the amnesia was brought on by the accident itself or other more sinister events,
and the police try to determine whether she was merely speeding or being stalked when her car crashed through the I-95 guard rail. Slowly, through psychotherapy and hypnosis, they begin to unlock the doors to her memory and examine past and present relationships. While she works to recover her physical and mental health, danger
lurks in the background due to the misdeeds of someone she has yet to recall. Travel with her as she wends her way through her hazy world while she’s “Filling In The Blanks.”
Mary Ann Hall is a first-time novelist. Originally from Chicago, she grew up in Miami, Florida and lived there until retiring to Ocala, Florida in 1992. She enjoys reading, gardening, playing Mah Jongg, card games and volunteering for Hospice of Marion County. She lives with her husband, Olmond (Al) and cat, Sandy.
Excerpt from Chapter One
My God, this is a hospital. How did I get here? A sound to her right drew her attention. She shifted her eyes in that direction, watching as a slightly obese, elderly woman in a white uniform approached the bed.
"Well, I see you're awake. How do you feel?" the nurse asked, smiling down at the patient.
"My head hurts. Where am I?" the woman asked hoarsely.
"Honey, you're in Beach Community Hospital. You had a nasty car accident
last Friday and you've been asleep ever since. It's good to finally see your eyes open. I'm Nurse Henderson, but most people call me Suzy. I was on duty the night they brought you in."
"Car accident? I don't remember a car accident. What happened?"
Excerpt from Chapter Two
At first, Bonita tried not to bring her clients home because she didn't want Bert to know what she was doing to support them. But she found that even the sleaziest motels were too costly, so she began to use the apartment during the day when Bert was in school. As the years wore on, she didn't care whether Bert knew or not. If this is what I have to do to feed him, why shouldn't he know?
To escape her miserable life, she began experimenting with drugs. The first few times, a young Latin john gave her drugs in exchange for sex. After she was hooked, he started charging for them. She offered to continue giving him free sex, but he declined. He told her he couldn't make a living giving away his product any more that she could hers. As Bonita's drug habit grew, she had to service more and more men.
Excerpt from Chapter Eight
Detective Lou Milton of the Oceana Police Department approached the nurse's station at Beach Community Hospital. "I understand they brought a Jane Doe in here Friday night. I'd like to see her."
"Dr. Morgan is not allowing her to have any visitors yet," replied the young nurse.
Detective Milton pulled out his badge and flashed it at her. "This isn't a social call, missy. I'm here on police business. What room is she in?"
"Sir, I'm not allowed to give out any information with out Dr. Morgan's permission," answered the flustered nurse.
"Well, then I suggest you get the good doctor over here right away, because one way or another I'm going to see that woman."
Excerpt from Chapter Sixteen
A few minutes passed before a man, about Bert's same height, entered the building and walked up to Mr. Freeman. They spoke briefly, then walked to the elevator. From Bert's previous experiences with the law, he was certain from the man's swagger and attitude that he was a cop. Probably that Oceana detective whose name was in The Post.Doble mierda!
Bert wondered on the way up from Boca how he was going to find out what room Jenny was in. He didn't want to just ask for her because he was afraid he would be in trouble when the police found out that his was one of the cars that followed her the night of the accident. He thought if he could find out what floor she was on, then all he'd have to do was check each room until he found her. It would cut his search time by hours. If he followed the policeman and Mr. Freeman onto the elevator and watched which floor they got off on, his question would be answered. But it was risky.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
"Chris, if I tell you something will you promise me you'll never tell another soul?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"Don't guess, Chris. My life could depend on it."
"Okay, I promise."
"I'm the one who made the anonymous phone call to the police and reported that Dad was involved in illegal drug activity. I did it after I read about that girl dying."
Chris was aghast. "You did what? I can't believe you turned in your own father."
"I probably wouldn't have if it hadn't been for his attitude. Instead of being remorseful, he seemed resentful that the girl died. You know, like she did it on purpose to get him in trouble."
Chapter Thirty
Bert entered the employee lounge, where a small refrigerator, microwave, coffee pot and supplies were located. He placed the donuts and his briefcase on the counter and poured two cups of coffee, one for each of the Freemans. Opening his case, he removed a plastic bag and scooped out a heaping spoonful of the poison. A few granules dropped on the counter as he attempted to spoon it into the cup on the left. He added cream and sugar before placing it in the microwave to be sure the poison was thoroughly dissolved. A short time later, Bert carried a tray with the coffee and two donuts into Mr. Freeman's office. His hand shook as he passed them out.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
The two women got out of the car and went inside the house. Miguel hoped they had drawn the drapes as he didn't want any witnesses. As he pulled toward the curb, he saw Andy Lewis' BMW pull onto the driveway. Miguel got out of his Bronco and started up the block, patting the pistol he carried in the pocket of his baggy pants. A car turned the corner and slowly came towards him. Miguel jumped back, crouching down in front of the Bronco, not wanting to be caught in the headlights. To his dismay, this car also pulled up in front of the house. What are they doing, having a friggin' party?
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