I had lost almost everything before that point, and as I poked through the wet ashes and soot the next day, I realized that I had now been stripped all the way to the bone. And finally there was the fire-it seemed my darkest night wasn’t quite finished with me after all. The youngest of my five daughters had left home that same year, and while that’s not a tragedy at all, it felt like one to me. My mother died that year, after a 14 month battle with pancreatic cancer. This was the culmination of my Dark Night of the soul, which had seemed to hit me all at once in 2006-2007.
It was 99% gutted, and I lost my two dogs, Sally, an 11-year-old great Dane, and Wrinkles, my 14-year-old, blind bulldog. Just a little over a year later, the house, which I had named, SERENITY, burned.
I moved in here after my divorce in 2006.
My house is a big, century old farmhouse. The nearest neighboring place is a 700 acre dairy farm. I look out my window to see rolling, green, thickly forested hills, wildflower laden meadows and wide open blue, blue skies. The nearest “big” cities are Syracuse and Binghamton and they are an hour away, in different directions, and not really all that big by most standards, though they both seem humongous to me. All of these are at least in the same rural county in the southern hills of New York State Cortland County. Anyway someone is killing kids, a cop has a hunch, follows his gut, meets a girl, the girl’s sister just happened to have been killed by the same killer (go figure), there’s a strange man in town, the strange man just happens to have a “niece” that is roughly the same age as the “dead” sister, a different guy in town is not so strange and is the girl the cop met’s real uncle and he threatens the cop and says he better not hurt his niece, the cop and the girl he met start banging each other, another kid goes missing (a very close family friend, go figure), everyone thinks it’s the strange man, the strange man’s niece starts remembering her past, the girl and the strange man’s niece figure out that really the other girl’s real uncle is the murderer, then they realize they are really sisters and that the bad man never really killed her, the cop decides he loves the girl, the killer is killed by the girl that really isn’t the strange man’s niece, the cop says he did it, the girl tells the cop she loves him, and they all live happily ever after.I live in the teeny, tiny town of Taylor, NY, (Alliteration Alert!) though my mailing address is Cincinnatus, my telephone exchange is Truxton and I pay taxes and vote in Cuyler. I will begin by saying that this is probably the most predictable book ever written…seriously even Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer has more mystery to it and that’s after you’ve heard the song a couple of hundred times.
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