Excerpt from Adverse Possession, a Christian Suspense Novel
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Her birth name was Lieselotte Koch, but most people
in the neighborhood called her Lottie K. That was to differentiate her
from Miss Lottie Morris, who lived farther down the road, near the
cul-de-sac abutting Kent Gardens Park with its skyscraping white pines
and cedars. Lottie K did not have a problem with the shortening of her
name. After all, these darned Americans wanted everything so simple. The
only time she heard her full name was when her relatives came to visit
from her native Dresden. Even her American husband, who passed five
years ago, simply called her "Lot."
It was a Wednesday morning in February. The residents of McLean, Virginia awoke to clear blue skies and weather chilly enough to whiten the dew that had fallen overnight on cars and lawns. Lottie's normal routine would go unchanged. At 7 a.m., she awoke and immediately switched on the TV to watch Charlie Rose. The TV was a 25-inch flat screen her daughter gave her last year for her 65th birthday, and it allowed her to spend time with Charlie in lifelike high definition. She delighted telling friends she had such a crush on him. At her age, calling it a crush was hardly apropos. Nonetheless, it made her feel more youthful and alive to try to cling to some trappings of her childhood, though most of them had long passed on.
By 7:30 a.m., she was downstairs switching off the burglar alarm near the front door. A woman her age living alone could not be too careful, she thought, though Fairfax County police had not answered a burglary call on Bynum Drive in ten years. Read more (PDF file).
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It was a Wednesday morning in February. The residents of McLean, Virginia awoke to clear blue skies and weather chilly enough to whiten the dew that had fallen overnight on cars and lawns. Lottie's normal routine would go unchanged. At 7 a.m., she awoke and immediately switched on the TV to watch Charlie Rose. The TV was a 25-inch flat screen her daughter gave her last year for her 65th birthday, and it allowed her to spend time with Charlie in lifelike high definition. She delighted telling friends she had such a crush on him. At her age, calling it a crush was hardly apropos. Nonetheless, it made her feel more youthful and alive to try to cling to some trappings of her childhood, though most of them had long passed on.
By 7:30 a.m., she was downstairs switching off the burglar alarm near the front door. A woman her age living alone could not be too careful, she thought, though Fairfax County police had not answered a burglary call on Bynum Drive in ten years. Read more (PDF file).
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