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• Casey Confronts His Father

  by Ana Cristina 7 months ago

  Despite my father’s protests, Bertha insisted on feeding him herself, spooning the broth into his mouth just as he was openin…

• Courage & Passion

  by Ana Cristina 7 months ago

  “Well, the important thing is that my father’s fine, he didn’t die. And I have a feeling that Violet is going to be OK. A lit…

• Thick as Thieves

  by Ana Cristina 7 months ago

  “Had your father died-” Bertha choked on a sob and hid her face in her hands. I put my hand on her shoulder.

  “It’s all right…

• Bertha's Revelation

  by Ana Cristina 7 months ago

  “Are you all right, Bertha?” I’d never seen her in such a state.

  She took a handkerchief out of her bodice and wiped her fac…

• Bertha's Tears

  by Ana Cristina 7 months ago

  Barry came running towards me, brandishing a gun.

  “Here, Mr. Casey! I found this over there. Maguire said to ask you if it’s…

• No Whiskey Before Supper

  by Ana Cristina 7 months ago

  My father lay in the bed, still just as pale as before, but now the beloved black eyes were open and full of life. He fingere…

• D-d-dead

  by Ana Cristina 7 months ago

  Twenty agonizing minutes later, my father’s wound was completely closed. Bertha’s hands were quick and deft and my father did…

• A Stitch in Time

  by Ana Cristina 7 months ago

  I headed into Bertha’s room, got the sewing kit, and went back to her. She smiled at me as I walked into the cabin. Apparentl…

• Four Horizons

  by Ana Cristina 7 months ago

  Unfortunately, my father wasn’t in any condition to discuss the possible location of this sunken galleon let alone help us ge…

• Promise

  by Ana Cristina 8 months ago

  Bertha led me to her cabin, a simple, unassuming room with a small bed pushed against the wall and a wooden rocking chair in …