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I’ve already got a list of regrets – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd

[mybooktable book=”the-regrets-of-cyrus-dodd”] I’ve already got a list of regrets – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd Now I regret ever thinking such a thing. The truth is Prudence gave me the best of Ruth. She gave me back the happy life-loving woman I married, and I owe her for that. If it wasn’t for her, Ruth might never have made it through those last few months of carrying Joy. I should have told Prudence these things when I had a chance. Now it’s too.....

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I promised to make it better – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd

[mybooktable book=”the-regrets-of-cyrus-dodd”] I promised to make it better – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd When I came to this land I believed it was where I would spend the rest of my days. Even before Ruth and I were married I could imagine us raising a family—sons, who would one day work the land beside me, and daughters to keep their mama company. I figured once our kids were grown up and ready to get married we’d finish clearing the North Field and build anoth.....

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I thought Prudence got the best of Ruth – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd

[mybooktable book=”the-regrets-of-cyrus-dodd”] I thought Prudence got the best of Ruth – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd Sometimes when I’d see Ruth sitting with Prudence, laughing and talking the way we used to when we were back on the farm, I’d feel jealous of what they had. I thought Prudence got the best of Ruth and I got what was left over. Now I regret ever thinking such a thing. The truth is Prudence gave me the best of Ruth, she gave me back the happy .....

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He planted a small elderberry bush – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd

[mybooktable book=”the-regrets-of-cyrus-dodd”] He planted a small elderberry bush – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd Cyrus went into the kitchen and came back with a small glass of whiskey poured from the bottle he kept on the back shelf of the cupboard. “Drink this,” he said. “It will dull the pain.” He pushed the glass into her hands and guided it to her mouth. He sat on the bed and held her in his arms as she continued to sob. In time the w.....

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You have no right – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd

[mybooktable book=”the-regrets-of-cyrus-dodd”] You have no right – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd Cyrus was walking back from the creek when he saw Ruth climb down from the wagon. By the time he reached the house Bethany and the boys were gone. “Where were you?” he asked. “I went to see Bethany Jackson.” “Bethany Jackson!” he repeated angrily. “Why?” “I hoped she could talk Virgil into—” “Dammit Ruth! You have no right.....

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Get off my land! – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd

[mybooktable book=”the-regrets-of-cyrus-dodd”] Get off my land! – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd In early March, he put two of his fattest pigs in the wagon and headed over to the Jackson farm. “Let’s let bygones be bygones,” he told Virgil then said he’d brought two of the nearly grown pigs as a peace offering. “I ain’t interested,” Virgil snapped. “Now get off my land!” “This is double what you wanted,” Cyrus argued. “And these two.....

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You stole my pig! – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd

[mybooktable book=”the-regrets-of-cyrus-dodd”] You stole my pig! – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd Before the morning was out Virgil came tearing down the road with his face puffed up and red as a fire engine. “You stole my pig!” he screamed and jumped down before his horse had come to a full halt. “I didn’t steal nothing,” Cyrus said. Remembering Ruth’s warning he added, “But I’m willing to let you have the pig, so long as you’re willing to admi.....

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I have heard it said – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd

[mybooktable book=”the-regrets-of-cyrus-dodd”] I have heard it said – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd I have heard it said that a man who cries is spineless, a weakling not worthy of his salt, but this I can tell you, a man who has never shed a tear has not yet learned to love. Love and sorrow come into your life hand in hand. I’m an old man now and over these many years I have seen more than my share of sorrows, some so great they brought me to my knees. But I .....

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The sound of regret – Memory House

[mybooktable book=”memory-house”] The sound of regret – Memory House “I’m sorry too.” Ophelia’s voice is thick with the sound of regret. “Sorry I wasn’t here to save him. When I found Edward he was in the loft, lying on that bed he’d made and facing toward the window. His eyes were wide open. For years I kept wondering if he was looking at the stars and wishing I was there to save him.” Before Annie can say anything, Ophelia pushes her chair b.....

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Brownes are made of sturdy stock – Memory House

[mybooktable book=”memory-house”] Brownes are made of sturdy stock – Memory House Seeing the relaxed smile on the girl’s face, Ophelia says, “The stew should be done by now.” She rises from her chair, stirs the mixture once more time and then fills both bowls. After a single mouthful Annie declares the stew delicious. “Is this lamb I taste?” “Afraid not.” Ophelia laughs. “It’s the herbs and vegetables from my garden.” Anni.....

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Now there is hope – Memory House

[mybooktable book=”memory-house”] Now there is hope – Memory House For the past five years she’s studied the face of every guest arriving on her doorstep. She’s looked into their eyes and seen the souls of people rooted to reality. Not one has shown even a flicker of promise, and time is growing short. Now there is hope. This new guest, the girl from Pennsylvania, could easily be the one. Ophelia noticed it the moment she opened the door. The girl has th.....

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I’m an early riser – Memory House

[mybooktable book=”memory-house”] I’m an early riser – Memory House The room is decorated in pinks and mauves; it has the look of a little girl’s room, a bouquet of prints blending into one another and the large double bed covered in a comforter that appears fluffy as a cloud. “It’s lovely,” Annie exclaims. She steps inside and sets her overnight case down alongside a large mahogany dresser. Ophelia makes no attempt to close the door, n.....

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It’s a remembrance blend – Memory House

[mybooktable book=”memory-house”] It’s a remembrance blend – Memory House Ophelia can see the weary look on the girl’s face. “No need to apologize. I’ve got no other guests tonight, so there’s plenty of room.” Annie smiles, introduces herself and then follows the woman into the center hall. As they walk toward the back rooms, Annie catches the scent of something sweet— roses maybe or gardenias. It would be two, possibly three months before .....

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