Collision Imminent

Whoa, Bob, you can have the sleet, snow and frigid cold winds. And you have 10 days to get rid of them! Still not much writing going on, but I'm managing to squeeze out a bit every few days so I don't totally forget how. Stay warm and tell Jenny I say HI. See you Valentine's day.

At first Sharon felt out of place. Not that anyone had made her feel like an outsider. Far from it. Diego’s family and friends couldn’t have been more welcoming. Even his mother and sisters, who she expected to greet her with false smiles that didn’t reach their eyes, had seemed genuinely pleased to meet her. Once they saw how happy and well cared for Diego was they were positively effusive (and how’s that for a ten-dollar word?). They were all crammed in the tiny house in the country that Diego grew up in. It was a swirling mass of brothers and their wives, sisters and their husbands, aunts, uncles, cousins, and too many children to count. Sharon was just beginning to relax, then the crowd parted and she saw Maria standing in the doorway holding the hand of a pretty little girl who could only be Diego’s child. She looked just like him.

--Barbara