For Those Who Remember "That Woman"

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Check out this week's snippet.  For those of you who remember "that woman" in Las Vegas, she's back, as Jackson is about to check out of a rehab facility.

At mid-morning, the sun was shining in Jackson’s room. Bonita walked in, ready to take him to her house.
“I know you’re ready to get out of here and get back to Memphis. They told me you would be ready this morning,” she said.

Jackson looked at her with a scowl. “I appreciate all your help, but I called Carlton. He said he would come this afternoon to get me. It took me days before I could talk. I don’t think I’ll look at a bowl of gumbo ever again.”

“I told you I misunderstood. I thought you were asking about shells. I took all the shells out.”

“Yeah, anyway. I’m glad you got me to the ER, came to visit me and all, but Carlton said he would help me get my strength back so I can go home. Besides I need to talk with him about things.”

“If you’re sure you don’t need anything from me, you have your wallet and suitcase,” Bonita said. “The hotel was kind enough to take a day off your bill and check you out since you were in the hospital. The car rental wasn’t as nice...I’ll be going then. You have my number if you need anything. I hope we can stay in touch.” She kissed Jackson on the cheek, turned on her heel and left.

TELL THEM I DIED is available as an ebook or in print from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords and others. You can find direct links on my website:

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Sao Paolo to Raleigh by way of Dallas

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Check out this week's snippet.  Angela and Bodine are on their way home with a stopover in the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport.

Angela turned on her phone with the intention of checking voicemail at home. Before she could make a call, her cell phone beeped with two messages. One from Jackson asking her to call him, and another from QTEE saying she would call again later. Angela was too tired to think about talking to anybody, and instead checked her messages on their home answering machine.

There were a few calls from friends and family who said in their message they didn’t know if Angela was on another cruise. In addition, there was a call from Rev. Carolyn saying Isaiah, her “Little Man” had passed away. The funeral would be on Monday. Angela would have a day to unwind from the trip and still be able to go to the funeral. She reflected for a few minutes on Isaiah. He was such a gentle man. She never knew how he contracted AIDS, and didn’t much care. 

TELL THEM I DIED is available as an ebook or in print from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords and others. You can find direct links on my website:

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We're Still in Rio

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I'm running out of snippets, and I don't want to spoil the whole book. The scene this week is the American Consulate in Rio.

“Ms. Murchison, my name is Henry Ogleby, what can we do for you?”
“I need help getting home,” Laura said. “My purse was stolen with all my identification and credit cards. Before I left the States, I made a copy of my travel documents and the contents of my wallet, and it’s on this memory card.”

“Did you report it to the police?”
“No, I came here first.”
“Where are you staying?” Mr. Ogleby asked.
“That’s another problem. I just got here from Sao Paulo and I don’t have a hotel.”
“Where is your luggage?”

By this time, Laura started to cry. She dabbed at her eyes under her sunglasses. She knew she couldn’t keep up the lie. “It’s complicated.”

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We're Still Doing the Boomer Blog Hop

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Check out this week's snippet.  Angela and Bodine are still in Rio.

Lucky for Angela, a cable car was ready to leave for the trip down the mountain or she might have missed the bus. Bodine and the tour guide were standing outside when Angela arrived. She was fifteen minutes late. If Bodine had not been holding the bus, the group might have left her. Bodine frowned, but he knew it had to be something about QTEE.  
“Well, did she show up?”

Angela apologized to the guide and to the people on the bus as she got in. It was all she could do to keep from breaking out into a big smile. When she and Bodine arrived at the last seats on the back of the bus, Angela pulled the photo out from the manila envelope. It was QTEE standing in front of the Christ the Redeemer, with a man.

Bodine had to laugh, “So you talked to her.”
“No, she wasn’t there, but she left the photo for me. Like she said, I would see her.”
“Who is the guy with her?”


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Let's have a change of scenery for my fourth week of blog hopping

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 I'll be traveling next week and may not have easy access to the internet, but don't count me out for next week just yet. In today's snippet, we'll leave poor Jackson in Las Vegas while his internet friends are on a cruise around South America.  Angela and Bodine have a port stop in Rio where they will have a bus excursion to see the city.  Angela's friend Laura, who happens to be in Rio as well, has finally answered Angela's phone call.

“What time do you think you’ll be at the statue...you know, Christ the Redeemer?” Laura was still being abrupt.

“I don’t know, and I don’t think the guide can tell us," Angela said. "There are twenty-some buses leaving the port in a minute...I need to get on bus number eight. They’re doing variations of the same tour, and the guides change the order of their stops to avoid having traffic jams with too many buses arriving at the same place at the same time.”

Then Laura said, “I tell you what. Look for me near the statue. You’ll see me.”

“It’s a good thing I got a recent picture of you, or I would never be able to recognize you. I’m wearing a red baseball cap from Finland. How will I find you?”

“Cap from Finland?”
“Don’t ask...but how...?”
“Don’t worry...you’ll see me,” Laura insisted.

Bodine was getting antsy. He liked to be one of the first ones on the bus so they could get a seat near the back door. Angela had to run to catch up.

TELL THEM I DIED is available as an ebook or in print from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords and others. You can find direct links on my website:

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I'm Glad You're Still Here for my Third Week

 I hope you're still following the Friday Blog-hop. My novel TELL THEM I DIED is a romantic adventure that centers around Angela and "Bodine" Beaudoin and their online friends.  Like many baby-boomers they have discretionary time and funds to travel, and enough online friends to share the experience with. Check out the list of other authors participating this week, here:

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Read a snippet from  TELL THEM I DIED, below.  This week, Angela's friend Jackson is still in the hospital all because of THAT woman.

A woman came into the room and introduced herself as the hospital social worker, Karen Stewart. She gave her prepared speech about being an advocate for all their Medicare patients. Jackson’s mind started to wander as he wondered how the hospital had gotten his Medicare information.

“Mr. Gooding, we want to make sure you are satisfied with your treatment and you aren’t sent home before you can take care of yourself.”

Jackson had his note pad with him and wrote, “I live in Memphis and I need help to get home.”

Ms. Stewart didn’t have a script prepared for Jackson’s circumstance, and while she stumbled with an answer, Jackson shoved another note at her. “I have to check out of a hotel and return a rental car. I don’t know where my wallet is.”

“Mr. Gooding, if you can’t talk, you need someone to help you with those things.”

Jackson wanted to write, “DUH.” But he wrote, “That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

“Don’t you have some family here in Las Vegas?”

Jackson started fumbling with his cell phone, and found Bonita’s phone number. He motioned to Ms. Stewart to call the number.
TELL THEM I DIED is available as an ebook or in print from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords and others. You can find direct links on my website:

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My Second week of Boomer Fridays and the saga continues

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Read a snippet from my novel TELL THEM I DIED, below.  The story continues with Jackson waking up in the hospital in Las Vegas, far from his home in Memphis.


Jackson barely peeped through his eyelids when he tried to respond, “Mmmp nnn.” 

Oh no, my tongue is so swollen I can’t talk.

He looked around the room and then to his body, taking in the IV dripping into his right arm, the blood pressure cuff on his left, wires stuck to his chest and legs for an EKG monitor, and a damn catheter.

How did I get here?

He tried talking again, sounding like a cartoon dog. “Rmph rrlll.”

“Don’t try to talk Mr. Gooding. You had an allergic reaction." the nurse said.

I asked that woman if the gumbo had shellfish in it. She lied! I never had a reaction this bad before.

“It’s a good thing your lady took good care of you. When you collapsed, she called 9-1-1 right away. She thought you had stopped breathing. And the medics had difficulty giving you CPR. A gentleman your age, you have to be cautious. We had to put your medication in the IV. After the doctor sees you, he may remove the IV.”

My lady, my ass. That Bonita.

Jackson pretended to write on his hand, and let out a loud doggy sound.

TELL THEM I DIED is available as an ebook or in print from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords and others. You can find direct links on my website:

http://www.sarahweathersby.com/books