I eagerly await the release of this new novel from Eden Baylee. I am a huge fan of her fiction and will most definitely be giving away copies of this release. Stay tuned and please check out Eden Baylee's Facebook Page and Website.
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In sad news, Tony Gwynn has lost his battle with Cancer and passed away at age 54. He truly was one of the classiest baseball players I ever had the pleasure to watch. He played with joy and passion and always represented baseball with grace. You will be missed Tony Gwynn, RIP
The San Antonio Spurs overcame an early fast start by Lebron James and the Heat to coast to yet another impressive victory, capturing the NBA Championship. The Spurs focus on fundamental team play trumped the individual stars of the Miami Heat, avenging the previous season's seven game defeat.
Of Particular note was the play of Series MVP, Kawhi Leonard. His defensive effort, superior agility and determination broke the rhythm of the Miami offense and tilted the balance of power in favor of the Spurs. A well-earned MVP.
Congratulations to Tim Duncan for winning his fifth NBA Championship. He'll never get the credit he is due because of his quiet nature and lack of ambition to be front page news. To those that know and love the sport, there haven't been many better than Tim Duncan. Many shower such praise on Lebron, but now with his career finals record standing at 2-3, how can an argument be made he is better than Duncan? It's a question I'm sure they'll be arguing about on talk radio tomorrow.
Have a great Night.
Stephen John Moran
LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF
BERNADETTE CYNTHIA HEALY
I sit and read through the rest of the paper work about the church; it seems to still be a part of the Christian community and it does look worth a visit. The school on the other hand is a little more difficult to decipher. Thames End Academy was closed down back in 1981 and as far as I can tell it never had a primary school attached to it, so I may be looking in the wrong place.
I copy the information for both the church and the school anyway, it doesn't hurt to have any leads and I hope that Keith can find something more useful in these documents than I have. It shocks me to think that three hours have passed without my awareness or any boredom. Though I haven't worked in years it seems I still have a knack for enjoying the investigation, and it makes me smile to think that I would quite happily still be working after all this time.
The Saturday afternoon has clouded over and as I step outside after giving the librarian manager a piece of my mind for their disorganisation, the first of many raindrops falls to the dry ground. I want to grumble about getting wet on the walk home, but I do have an umbrella with me and the earth needs the rehydration, the winter was rather dry.
I know I can't get in touch with Summerbees Solicitors until Monday, though there is no harm in drafting my reply; no doubt it will be the first of many letters. I open my birthday present from Polly and Jack and wait for it to turn on, while rereading the letter from Bernadette Cynthia Healy. I want to try and figure out whether she had any clue as to why she spent the rest of her childhood in Scotland.
'I had always been told my parents were killed in the bombing...'
This certainly gives the impression that she didn't completely believe everything she was told. I dislike the fact I'm beginning to sympathise with my husband's ex-mistress, but there is a sense of horror of the thought of a thirteen year old girl being abandoned because she wasn't worth the effort. My children have always been my pride and joy and to think of them being held anywhere away from me, would destroy me. The thought of willingly walking away from Polly or Jack isn't even worth thinking about, and as I reread Bernadette Cynthia Healy's letter I feel a stab of guilt for what I forced her to do.
Making the most of my new computer, I enter the name of the church into a search engine to see what else I can find. There is mass tomorrow at 10:30. It's an Anglican church, which was my parent's chosen religion, if not mine, though I still remember how the order of service goes. I make a note in my diary to attend a mass tomorrow morning, though I don't think I'll let the Rector, Charlie Moore, know before hand, like it suggests. I'd prefer it if my visit was as inconspicuous as possible.
The rain continues to patter on the roof of my home, and I watch the garden delight in the shower; the spring colours are vibrant and soaking up the rain after a long, cold winter. The house feels very empty after Polly and Jack's visit this morning. The kitchen has been tidied but there are still a few cake remnants giving clues to Polly's wanderings around the house with a cake in her hand, leaving crumbs to mark her trail.
Stephen Moran lives in Las Vegas with his beautiful wife, baby Kiana, and two dogs.