The worst part was the silence. Death was supposed to be loud โ gunshots, explosions, screams and thunder. Not this eerie quiet that wrapped around me like a shroud.
Karen ChanceI can get others to do what you do. They wonโt be as good, but . . . okay. It could work. But it doesnโt matter because no matter how good they are, they canโt replace you. They canโt because I donโt need you only for what you can do. I need you . . . for you.
Karen ChanceI turned over, and those big hands got to work on my back. I stifled a whimper in the pillow, because Marco's idea of a massage bore no resemblance whatsoever to the relaxing spa variety. There was no lavender oil, no soothing music, no hot towels. Just an all-out assault on cramped muscles, until they cowered in surrender and turned to Jell-O.
Karen ChanceCountry is based on folk music, which has been around for centuriesโโ โSo has the plague.
Karen Chance