Note From Peggy
Recently, I posted on Facebook that I had experienced a catastrophic loss. It was a tongue-in-cheek post, not meant to be taken seriously. And while I was personally devastated by my loss, it pales in comparison to everything else going on in the world today. The pandemic. The war in the Ukraine. Kim and Kanye’s divorce. But before I go on, I want to thank everyone who responded in commiseration with me.
A dear friend, indeed!
A girl can tell who her real friends are in a situation like this. My loss was heartfelt and deeply personal. And it was completely unexpected as I had no idea such horrors could be lurking inside my well-organized—but crowded—closet.
What happened? I can hear you asking.
If you will indulge me, I’ll start from the beginning . . . It all began with the cool, cloudy spring we’ve had here, in East Texas. You see my husband cannot stand humidity. If I’m honest, he hates it with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. So he counteracts this natural phenomenon by turning down our air conditioner to near morgue-like conditions in order to reduce the humidity inside. In the meantime, I’m freezing when there are eighty-degree temperatures outside.
And what does this have to do with your catastrophic loss?
I’m getting to that, so brace yourselves. It’s a hard story to hear. Yesterday, I was uncomfortably cold sitting in my office writing my next #1 New York Times bestselling novel—fingers crossed—so I grabbed a sweater. That’s when I discovered tragedy had struck. A huge Texas moth—and I do mean huge, after all we are in Texas—had attacked and mutilated my favorite wool sweater. It was so hard to see the devastation of its soft surface.
A sweater? All this drama is about a sweater?
I can feel your eyes rolling. But just hear me out. It wasn’t any old sweater. It was my favorite sweater. Steadfast. Reliable. Soft wool in a calm soothing shade of green. A sweater I’ve had so long, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have it. I’ve had it so long it’s like an old friend. But now, my precious sweet sweater—my friend—hangs limp and mutilated. How can I go on?
Oh, please! Get over it.
I sense your derision, but I don’t think you fully understand the situation. I loved that sweater. I needed that sweater. And now it has so many holes it looks like a slice of green Swiss cheese. It’s devastating. A picture so horrific I will never be able to get it out of my head. My dreams will be forever tainted by the tragic image of my sweater’s scars.
Look, I’m sure it’s . . . painful. Why don’t you try to sew up the holes? Or better yet get a new sweater and move on. It’s really all you can do at this point. Though maybe you should think about getting some mothballs—giant ones—for that closet of yours.
Thank you for listening. And while I doubt you’ve ever experienced such a loss, you have been very understanding and I appreciate your advice. I must admit your words do have merit. But just to be clear, I will never find another sweater that means as much to me as this one. However, if I can help repair my trustworthy friend to its former beauty, I shall willingly make the sacrifice.
Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
I can see you are confused. But we both know I’m not very good with a needle. Can you imagine how dangerous such a repair will be for my fingers?
Are you done?
I can see the derision is back. So, yes. I’m done.
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This Month’s Feature
The End of the Road Hotel
My very first thriller!
I am one of thirteen authors in a new collaboration project called
A Friday the 13th Short Story
It’s not a romance and it is creepy. I think I have my fellow authors worried about the direction I’m headed, but my husband says he’s even more afraid…to go to sleep at night.
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