The lies and actions have caught up with him. He’s banished from the beds of his lovers. They tell their own stories now.
The ramifications of his actions continue, even while he remains caught up in the activities of the authorities. He faces his legal and personal punishments with self-guilt.
He has a new home waiting for him on Emerald Isle. There are new babies and there is a continuing need to hide the parentage of one of them. He is trying to resolve the issues until tragedy strikes once more.
Now, he’s fighting for his life and trying to recall his past.
His lovers and friends rally around to help him recover. Perhaps he can reclaim the life he wanted.
Recently released sequel to Semblance of Storms
She looks confused. “What about me?”
I try to write perfume, but it comes out as pir fam and that’s all over the page. I can’t write or spell. Not that the letters are clear. More fear. What if I can’t write, speak, or walk again? My right eye is open but doesn’t focus. My right hand barely moves. Is this my life now? A cripple with no communication? But I can move my hand; my eye is getting better, but they want to operate again. Is that what they said? My head spins in trying to focus and concentrate on what Marjorie is saying.
“What were you doing when he reacted?” Marjorie asks the doctor.
“Nothing. Just talking.” She sounds defensive.
“You were closer to him, to show him the scans,” the Asian doctor subtracts. I mean, adds. More despair.
“Oh, yes, I was. Then he pulled back like he’d been..." She doesn't finish the sentence. "He was upset.”
“Perfume?” Marjorie looks at me. I try to nod, but I just raise my hand.
“Your mother’s perfume?” I raise the other hand for practice.
Doctor Marsham states the brand. It’s the same as Mum’s. “Good, very good,” Marjorie adds, unknowingly copying the Asian Doctor. She shows me a calendar. I show the date of Mum's death, but push past and manage to scrawl an F after three attempts. “Funeral?” I raise my hand. I can remember it like yesterday. It seems like yesterday. I know it isn’t. “Anything else?” I don’t raise my hand.
