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Have you heard anything about this?” Emmy asked

carrying her laptop into the family room.

“About what?” Kenny asked. He poked the logs in the fireplace

and watched the orange flames.

“I was watching Greg Benton, and he’s talking about some virus

from China that’s showing up here in the states.”

Emmy held out her laptop. “Do you know anything about it?”

“I read something about people in China getting sick.”

“Apparently they’re dying, and now it’s spreading all over the globe.

“Does this illness have a name?” Kenny asked closing the fireplace doors.

Emmy listened for a moment. “He’s calling it the Corona Virus.”

“Like the typewriter,” Kenny said with a grin.

“Ha! Ha! This guy’s making it seem pretty serious.

Lots of people in China have died.”

“Thank you for helping,” Emmy said.

“I’m feeling tired. Would you mind if I take a little nap?”

“Go ahead, Mom.” Kevin said. “We’ll be quiet so you can sleep.

Should we wake you up if Uncle James comes over?”

“Yes, please do that.”

She went upstairs and didn’t wake up until a few minutes after six.

She came downstairs and found everyone, including Father James,

sitting in the breakfast nook eating the leftovers.

“Why didn’t anyone wake me?” she asked.

“I tried,” Kenny said. “I talked to you and rubbed your… arm,

but you just moaned and turned over.

I thought you needed to sleep more than see us.”

“I feel a lot better now.”

Kevin tapped Father James on the arm.

We think Mom has the corona.”

The “Emmy’s Story” series begins when Emmy is

four-years-old and quickly progresses to focus

on her teen years and beyond.

In this book, “God Is In Control: Emmy’s Story, Part 18,”

Emmy deals with the difficulties of a world wide pandemic.

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You were so quiet tonight, Tuck. I was afraid you were mad at me.”

I wasn’t mad at you, Carrie. I didn’t know if you would like my present.”

You always get me the perfect gift. How could I not love it?”

She looked into his eyes and smiled.

He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Tarry.”

He hadn’t called her Tarry since they were little kids.

He turned to leave, and she followed him to the door.

She leaned against it after he left.

He hurried to the elevator because he didn’t want anyone to see him crying.

“Shoot! Why didn’t I tell him to stay?”

She opened the door and sprinted after him, but it was too late.

The elevator door closed.

“Open! Come on open!” She stabbed the button repeatedly.

When it didn’t, she ran back to her room and wept for several minutes.

I hope I didn’t ruin this dress.”

She took it off and hung it back in the closet.

She had just closed the closet door when the phone rang.

She bounded to her desk, yanked her cell phone

from her purse and answered before the second ring.

Oh, Bubby, I’m sorry,” she cried.

Who’s Bubby?” Jeremiah asked.

Someone special,” she answered.

The second book set in Stockton Woods

continues to examine the lives of the

people who call this Midwestern town home,

but with the complications of life in college.

Doug, can you see where you’re going in this rain?”

Barbara Dawson peered through the windshield.

It’s not that bad. I’ve driven this road a million times.

Douglas Dawson patted her hand to reassure her.

Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Barb?

I know you’re disappointed Jim and Sarah couldn’t come.”

I still had a good time,” she answered.

The lightning flashed again.

Followed immediately by a thunderous boom.

Doug’s night vision momentarily vanished.

That was close! I could feel the wheel shake.”

Maybe we should pull over,”

We can’t. There isn’t any shoulder.”

More lightning sizzled through the humid air,

and the thunder clapped simultaneously.

I don’t feel good about this. I’ve never liked this hill.”

We’ll be home soon.”

Once again the lightning exploded.

The thunder reverberated and shook the small car.

That was too close for comfort.” Douglas pointed.

Are those headlights on the…”

Welcome to Stockton Woods. This book introduces us

to the characters who live… and die…

in this small Midwestern town.