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IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A MEMORY TO OUTLIVE ITS OWNER?
Ophelia Browne knows the answer is yes. She knows because she’s been granted the unique gift of finding and caring for forgotten memories. But now she’s nearing ninety, and Browne women seldom live beyond such an age.
Before time runs out Ophelia must find her successor…someone who can carry forth the gift and keep the memories from fading. When broken-hearted Annie Cross shows up on the doorstep of The Memory House Bed and Breakfast, Ophelia knows she is the one.
As the two women sip dandelion tea and share stories, Annie begins to uncover new memories. Ugly ones. Ones buried deep enough to hide the scars. Excitement turns to fear when a thread of violence begins to unravel and Ophelia knows they have gone too far.
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FAPA President’s Book Award
Praise for Memory House –
“A magical book of memories, treasures and stories from a Masterful Southern Storyteller…” Judith D. Collins, top 1000 Reviewer
“Magical realism that will enchant…” Heidi, Rainy Day Ramblings
“Wonderful, heartwarming story of love and life…” Sherry Fundin, Reviewer
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I could never let a stranger sleep in the loft – #fridayfiction
Ophelia assures Annie the room will be available. “I seldom have visitors for both rooms.”
“Then why sleep in the upstairs loft?” Annie asks. “Wouldn’t it be easier on your leg to use one of the downstairs rooms?”
“I suppose it would be,” Ophelia answers, but her words carry no promise of change.
Annie reasons it is the thought of losing the income from the second room that worries Ophelia.
“If you have more than one visitor, you could have the second person use the loft,” she suggests.
“Oh, I could never let a stranger sleep in the loft,” Ophelia replies. “That’s where my memories are.”
Annie takes this to mean the collection of items Ophelia calls her treasures, the objects from which she gleans the long-forgotten memories of other people.
“You could bring your things downstairs,” she suggests. “I’ll help you move them.”
Ophelia laughs. It is a warm sound that seems to smooth the lines crisscrossing her face. “You can’t move the memory of Edward. He’s up there with me.”