by Charmaine Gordon
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A wealthy couple, no children in sight, answer the door one day to find a replica of the woman living there, titian hair and all. Charlie is her name and so begins the story. Years later, Charlie’s young twin sisters, now seventeen, are rescued by the same couple with a big heart. It’s a tale of love and hearts that keep on giving.
If you're seeking a story with love in all the right places, this is the book for you, the final closure to Charlie Costigan's secret. And where did this story come from, you might ask? The answer is this author sleep writes. Yes she does. I can vouch for her since she is me. I dreamed of a young girl in a state I've never been to , Minnesota. The girl is in trouble and so it began. In the morning, computer warmed and I wrote Reconstructing Charlie. My batch of kids were grown. Who needed a fifteen year old fictional kid to worry about but worry I did, a glutton for trouble. I cried, laughed, eventually finished the book, wrote two more sequels yet knew the story was incomplete without the twins.
So here they are, with titian hair, athletic and brilliant, rescued after their wicked witch of a mother had dumped them like garbage in a religious school ten years before. The kindest aunt and uncle in the world come to rescue them to begin a new life but first they must know what happened the night their older sister ran away.
Lights out and for the next to last time, the twin sisters whispered to each other in the cramped room shared for many years.
“Do you remember her?”
Celia rolled on her side to face Carey; “Vaguely, like a bad dream, the long trip from Minnesota to Utah with Mother hanging all over that guy, what’s his name?”
“Max Calhoun who wouldn’t stop long enough for us to eat or use the bathroom so when he needed gas, Jimmy snuck us out for food and the toilet.”
“He’s the best brother ever and to think he was only twelve back then.”
“We were just about seven years old. We grew up fast, Sis.” They reached across the small space separating their single beds and touched fingertips.
“She’s a bitch to have abandoned us, Carey. Never forget or forgive her.”
“The wicked witch of the West.” They giggled.
“If we ever have kids, we’ll take the best care of them.”
“Celia, do you remember why Charlie left?”
Carey shook her head, the beautiful mane of long auburn hair flowed around her shoulders. “All I remember is suddenly Dad’s dead, Charlie, our big sister, was gone and we were stuffed in Max Calhoun’s car.”
“I smell something fishy, Sis.”
“Just think, we’ll be gone from here living a whole new life with people who care for us.” Again they giggled. Their motto over the years was to laugh instead of cry. “Then we’ll find out what happened when we were seven."
If anyone is interest in who the author is, just ask me. An actor for many years in NYC on stage, daytime drama, and movies, suddenly I lost my lovely voice to spasmodic dysphonia. The end of the Sweet Time. A friend encouraged me to write. I didn't know how but after many scripts read through the years, also being in contact with Mick Nichols, Harrison Ford, Anthony Hopkins, and many more, I had an idea. To Be Continued was born. Vanilla Heart offered a contract and we've been together more than six years.
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