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| These cute kitties need a home, too. |
A Bonney Lake, Washington, family has an emergency and needs help finding good homes for their five cats! The middle aged couple are big animal lovers and have rescued a number of animals over the years. The husband has leukemia and is scheduled for a transplant. His doctor has ordered him to stay away from animals.
Christine's heart is broken. She does not want to give up her cats, yet it is a life or death situation for her husband. Christine tells us that her cats are all well behaved. The cats have all been fixed, have been raised as indoor/outdoor cats and range in age from five to eight years.
The kitties are:
Zipper, age five female, white with grey spots and pal to Spooky, age eight, male, black with 27 toes. These cats are best friends and would love to stay together!
Ginger, age eight, male big yellow eyes, ginger colored.
Diddo, age five, white and black. (Kind of shy!)
Doddie, age five, female, black and white.
If anyone can help, please email us as soon as possible! |
Leslie Rule's email address |
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| Posted by Leslie Rule on Saturday, June 28, 2008 at 08:17 |
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| These cute kitties need a home. |
I really need some help from Seattle area animal lovers. A
very kind bachelor wrote that he rescued a pregnant cat who had been
DELIBERATELY run over in his parking lot. She had a broken leg and chipped
teeth. He paid $2500 for her surgery. He can't keep his original cat, the mom
cat, and the three teenage cats in his apt.The mom has survived raccoon attacks,
getting run over, surgery, and unwed motherhood and she really needs a
sympathetic home. She's spayed now. The two girl kittens are white--one with
grey ears and spots, and one with black ears and spots. I will pay for their
spaying, but I already have five cats and three dogs. Could three of you please
step up and rescue these lovely cats--one to a household, probably. I will give
a signed copy of my Omnibus to each new kitty owner! I just can't stand to think
of all that poor mom cat has been through--she was a stray when she was run
over, managing to survive on garbage scraps. Please write to me at
Ann Rules Email? There's nothing like a
purring cat on a cold and rainy day, and you will never have mice in your
oatmeal, either. I know my ARFs will find a way.
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| Posted by Ann Rule on Saturday, June 07, 2008 at 15:12 |
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| Memorial Day Weekend |
The days are getting so much longer. The sun is just setting in Seattle at 9 p.m. I always think about days like this along about December 21, and start counting down. And, yes, I said “Sun!” Sun all day long. I couldn’t go play in it because 3-day weekends are the best writing time. Everyone else is out having picnics and boating etc. At the rate I’m going, I think my next real 3-day weekend will be Labor Day!
Did take a short respite today when my neighbor, Janet, who is Willow’s first “Mom,” came down with three Bernese Mountain dogs to play with my two. She had Si, Willow’s brother, Alta, her new pup, Harley, who at four months old is just adorable, and I have Willow and Yogi Bear, and Lucy, whose heritage is unknown. Five big old Berners on one deck. Quite a sight. And then old Buns-the-Cat (who thinks he is a dog) came strolling out and lay down in the middle of the pack. I just love my critters. The other cats, Beanie, Siren, Toonces, and K.C. played it safe and didn’t come out. But they’re showing up now because it’s time to eat.
Good news from Oregon. Daryl, Sheila’s second oldest daughter (in Every Breath You Take) and her husband had a baby girl this week. Her name is Skylar. Her Uncle Rick and Aunt Kerry—who raised Sheila’s girls after her widower, Jamie, kicked them out of his house, let me know today about the birth. I’m glad to see those young women have some happy times.
I’m watching a really good movie with Mary Louise Parker and Tom Skerrit . He lives in Seattle most of the time, and I’ve met him a few times. Good actor, and a good-looking older man. Can’t have too many of those around! This is kind of a Cat on A Hot Tin Roof only in Wisconsin. Makes almost anyone’s own family look pretty normal. :*)
Still looking for anyone who ever ran into John William Branden AKA Jack Branden AKA John Hennings AKA John Jewell AKA John Williams—who lived on Long Island, Florida, San Diego, Gold Beach, Oregon, and Gig Harbor, Washington. Write to me at Ann Rule's email address. All responses will be confidential, of course.
Thanks for the Dutch Baby recipes. I’m going to try them!
About my diet. Well, it’s not a diet; it’s finally common sense. If you’re on a diet, you tend to fall off the wagon. I try to concentrate on fresh vegetables, fruit, nuts and seeds, lean beef, turkey, chicken and fish, and avoid prepared foods, and frozen entrees that are so full of sodium. Read the labels and you’ll be shocked at the amount of salt added to food—if you haven’t already. Canned soups are loaded with it. I had my first dish of ice cream in four months this week, and it tasted good—but plain yogurt with fruit that I add is better. I’ve been drinking soymilk, too. I found some potato chips—Tim’s—without salt and I like them. You don’t have to starve yourself—but fill up with stuff that’s good for you like a lot of salad. My downfall is still cheese, but I’ve switched to Mozzarella at least. And a martoonie now and then. If anyone has some good ideas for low calories that taste great, please put them on the Guestbook?
With Leslie helping me, we have the emails down to 830 now, and we’re gaining on them. If you’ve written to me and haven’t received a response, please forgive me? I’m trying as hard as I can.
It’s a shock about Ted Kennedy, and a shock to see how bent over he is and how slowly he walks. I saw him on the Senate floor once, and he was larger than life—and I don’t mean because he was overweight. Seems like only yesterday he had a full head of dark brown hair, and no wrinkles. Yes, I remember the Mary Jo Kopechne tragedy, but Ted seemed to have matured and taken more responsibility. That family seems to be cursed, despite wealth, brains, property and good looks. He’s about the last father figure they have. We all have losses and sadness but it seems that they have more. Two of his children have had cancer, and now he does, too. I still feel sad that John Kennedy Jr. died so young. And Joan Kennedy is a pathetic woman. My mom and her Danish sisters were forces to be reckoned with like the Kennedy sisters, and it was kind of rough on the sisters-in-law that weren’t as confident or in control. I don’t think any of the Hansen girls realized how formidable they could be.
I feel sad, too, to see James Garner look so old and in pain at 80. I think he’s a good guy who’s been through a lot. He had a horrible stepmother who blunted his life.
Have you ever looked in a magazine at all the beautiful people there, and realized you wouldn’t want to change places with any of them? I know I do. Our own flaws and troubles are so familiar, and we’ve learned to deal with them.
Oh, Oh. This movie is getting sad. I think old Tom Skerritt is one mean SOB, and the grandma is off her rocker, too. Maybe I’ll have to switch to Most Outrageous Videos.
Well, it’s getting full dark now, and I’m going to gather up the dogs and cats that go next door, and take them home, and feed Beanie and Siren who much prefer to stay in the cabin. Something about girl cats wanting privacy, I guess.
I hope that we all remember what this holiday is about, and that you are having a good time, too.
All my best,
Ann
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| Posted by Ann on Saturday, May 24, 2008 at 21:56 |
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| Sunshine! |
Hi Everyone!
eally have Spring Fever today, and I've just been wandering around smelling flowers and admiring the Dutch Iris, Columbines, Narcissus, roses, and Bleeding Heart. I should have been planting my bedding plants, too, but I kept remembering I need to write like the wind today.
As my fellow Washintonians will attest to, we didn't get the 90 degrees today the weather folks promised, but it's in the mid-70's which is balmy for us. I hope it stays warm until Christmas to make up for the Spring that never was.
I need some help, and am recruiting all those in certain states who may have information for me. A man who went by many names may be familiar to some of you, although it's a long shot. His names in the past were John "Jack" Branden, John Williams, John William Branden, Dr. John Branden, John Hennings, and, possibly, John Jewell--or any combination of these names. He was born in February, 1945. He lived on Long Island when he was a boy--then in the Tampa/St. Petersburg,/ Sarasota/Naples, Florida area from the sixties to the mid eighties. He moved to San Diego, California, and then to Oregon, and, later, to Gig Harbor, Washington. He has worked as a tax assessor, a Naturopathic Dr. and as a Nutritionist, and he usually uses the title: Dr. He may have graduated from the University of Southern Florida in the late sixties or early seventies, and he may have attended the University of New Mexico. He worked for a company called Mannotech for about five years in the 1990's. He is about 5'10" tall, slender, blond and balding. I am particularly interested in hearing from anyone who may have known "John" in the Naples, Florida area in the mid to late eighties. I'm also interested in hearing from anyone who knew a man named William Michael "Bill" Thaw, born about 1933, who died in Palm Beach in about 1987. He also went by Michael William "Bill" Thaw. These two men may have been friends and business associates in the eighties. Please contact me at the above email address if you have any information. I am the ONLY one who reads my email, and your name will not be revealed to anyone.
I wanted to remind those of you who say they cannot find my books that they are ALWAYS available, although they may be temporarily sold out in stores. You can go to www.amazon.com and order them, or you can order them from any bookstore. The next book to come out will be MORTAL DANGER, due before Christmas, and a month later, my updated (to 2008) version of THE STRANGER BESIDE ME. I will add many incidents told to me by women who got away from Ted, and some new theories on his motivation.
You can find a list of all 28 of my books in print on my website here under "Ann's Books." I don't have a source for you to find the hundreds of fact-detective magazines that I wrote for from 1968 to the 1990s, but all of my Ann Rule's True Crime Files series will have the cases from those magazines that are the most fascinating--updated and re-written--included, along with brand new cases. I'm still weighing a half-dozen possible cases for my next hard-cover book, and should choose one soon. Sadly, there are so many murder cases out there, and I can only write a small percentage of them.
My new dog, Yogi Bear, is happier every day, and now I have three dogs and five cats. But I also live on three separate lots so I figure that's one dog, and about 1-3/4 cats per lot. I wrote until ten last night, and heard a cat yowling outside. I was scared to death that the raccoons had gotten K.C. (Kitten Cat), my young black kitty because he didn't come when I called him for an hour and a half. I took the dogs and a flashlight and walked all over my property and down along the water, and still no sign of him. Just about ready to cry when K.C. strolls into the house casually, and chirped "You weren't calling me, were you?"
Wish I had Heather from Mt. Vernon here to help me garden. She seems to accomplish huge projects so easily. I am happy to see that a lot of the flowers I planted from seed last year have come back: snapdragons of every color, all kinds of poppies, straw-flowers, Calendulas, and scores of "volunteer" Foxgloves that grow almost six feet tall with white to pink to dark rose flowers. My kids all gave me garden stuff for Mother's Day. I just need about a week off writing to plant the new stuff, and that's difficult to achieve.
Better get back to writing, now. Keep posting, because I always start my day be reading your posts. Your kind comments are so much appreciated--and starts another writing day off so well!
Your friend,
Ann |
| Posted by Ann Rule on Friday, May 16, 2008 at 17:48 |
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| Please Watch for This Young Woman |
Hi Everyone,
This young woman worked for a club I belong to in Portland, Oregon. She disappeared from Portland, but she could be anywhere now, and I hope you will keep your eyes peeled for any sightings of her.
I sincerely hope she hasn't been killed by someone she knew, or a stranger, and that she is out there somewhere--either suffering from amnesia, or in hiding from some one or some thing she is afraid of. If you recognize her, please contact me or the University Club in Portland.
Whoops. I haven't figured out how to get the photos in here. I'll try again.
UC Club News | May 1, 2008
Heather Dawn Mallory
Update about Missing Person
HEATHER DAWN MALLORY
To Our Members,
After all the work of the Mallory family, the continuing efforts of the Portland Police, and all the help of Heather's friends, we still have no answers as to the whereabouts of Heather Mallory after over 6 weeks. Because of this frustrating and difficult situation, and because of the generosity of many of our Members, the University Club will be holding a press conference announcing an additional $5000.00 reward for information leading to a resolution of Heather's disappearance.
The press conference will be held this Friday at 10:30 here at the Club. The Portland Police as well as Heather's parents, family and friends will gather in the Gold Room for our announcement.
It is our hope that by bringing this back to the eye of the public someone will step forward with information that will lead to the most positive outcome possible in determining where Heather is and what has happened. I know Heather is in our thoughts and prayers as well as her family during this most difficult time. Thank you all for your interest and your support.
Sincerely,
Robert J. Parsons
UC General Manager
UNIVERSITY CLUB OF PORTLAND
1225 SW Sixth Ave
Portland, OR 97204
www.uclubpdx.com
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I've been trying to write all day--a soggy, rainy day that looks nothing like May 3rd should! I have three dogs and five cats gathered around me, sitting on my desk, wanting to go out and then come in. It's a fulltime job just feeding all of them and being sure they're safely in at night! All my cats have now accepted Yogi Bear, the rescue Bernese Mountain Dog who has come to be Willow's little brother. He sleeps next to my bed all night, and follows me everywhere--but he is so afraid of men. Someone male has been mean to him.
My kitchen counters look fantastic, but, alas, the granite guys started to replace the fake rock that fell off the parapets on my deck, and discovered that the man I hired to put the TREX deck on built it on a substructure that was full of dry rot. So now, I have to pay for that part again. My deck has lots of holes 8"-10" deep in it, but it's too rainy to sit out there anyway.
Keep your fingers crossed, but it looks as though I may get to host my own movies that will be showing on the Lifetime Movie Network. I'd enjoy that.
My love to you all,
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| Posted by Ann on Saturday, May 03, 2008 at 18:16 |
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| For New and Old Writers, etc |
Hello Everyone,
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IF YOU ARE SERIOUS ABOUT WRITING, AND LIVE IN WASHINGTON OR OREGON, PLEASE SIGN UP! OREGON ALSO HAS THE WILLAMETTE WRITERS' CONFERENCE IN PORTLAND IN THE SUMMER.
I like the thread in the guestbook on beloved toys. I still have a black and white cow bank that I got for my fifth Christmas. Her belly has a hole in it--from my trying to break in and get some coins. I got a "Didy Lou" baby doll that Christmas, too. I could feed her a bottle and then she'd wet her diapers. What fun! And my Aunt Freda (one of my two young and single aunts at the time) bought me my first doll house. How I loved it. I still have five doll houses in my house and writing cabin. And I have towns with little houses, trees, commercial buildings, lighthouses, flowers, fences, cars and animals spread all over the flat surfaces. I love miniature things. No to mention all the scale model cars I have. When I'm old and done writing, I plan to play with all of it, and make new drapes for the houses. Still too cold here to plant the perennial bulbs I got at Costco, but the sun is shining. And I have three men in my kitchen putting in the new granite tile. It's going to be so impressive. Now, I just have to have somebody over for supper. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll be doing a satellite remote conference with a group of true crime experts/writers at Forensic Pathologist Cyril Wecht's annual conference at Duquesne University in Pittsburg. I couldn't make the trip, but they were gracious enough to let me be on the panel, speaking from Seattle. Cyril Wecht and Dawna Kauffman have written a new book that's fascinating, and I'm going to write a three-page intro to it. I'll post the title on my homepage as soon as it's published.
Through with sex, Colorado Rosie? Surely not. Isn't there a Mr. Colorado Rosie? Who might be getting grumpy by now???? I have to stop this and start writing on my book today .
My best to all of you!
Ann
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| Posted by Ann on Thursday, April 03, 2008 at 13:44 |
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| Almost April |
Dear Arfs and All!
I know that I am so late with a blog. I seem to always be apologizing for that. Even though the days are longer in the evening, I still can’t get everything done that I intend to do. Each day creeps up on me.
Yesterday, Donna Anders and I had a nice time at the Northwest Women’s Show, and signed books for three hours. I was hoping to see some of the Washington State contingent there, but I think the blizzard—yes, heavy snow at the end of March—kept them snug in their homes. Today isn’t much better, but it’s more rain than snow.
My daffodils, tulips, grape hyacinths, and the perennials that hung in there from last year are all blooming bravely in the cold rain. I know that all it will take is just a few days of sunshine and temps above 50 to make it REALLY seem like spring. It’s all relative; I remember when I lived near Buffalo, N.Y., I was thrilled to go outside and realize it was a balmy 40 degrees. And Jan, in Alaska, and Rene and the gals in the Midwest will pooh-pooh a little wet snow in Seattle.
The movie about the Green River Case that is going to show Sunday is not made from my book—I want to back away from that as far as possible. This movie was made from ex-Sheriff Dave Reichert’s book, and is mostly about how heroic he was. His book and many of his political speeches have made it sound that he did it all single-handedly. He did not, and the real hard workers in the Green River Case had their stories diminished in his book and are virtually invisible in the TV movie. He gave an interview to a Seattle paper today where he apologizes for the inference that he did it all by himself, and says he has called other detectives to say he’s sorry about how the movie turned out. There are still some hard feelings, as there should be; the guys and women, too, who worked so hard—even during the 7 or 8 years when Reichert wasn’t even working in Homicide—deserved better. Although Reichert is generally believed to be the cop who took a swab from Gary Ridgway’s mouth way back in 1987 and kept it frozen, he didn’t. It was Matt Haney, now Chief of Police on Bainbridge Island, who thought Ridgway was the best suspect. Despite Haney’s insistence, the DNA matching test wasn’t authorized for many years. All I know personally is that I gave talks to raise money for Reichert during his years running for sheriff, and he told me that he would be there to cooperate with me when the GR case was finally solved—that I was the only one who could write the book. He called me on the evening Gary Ridgway was arrested, and then never returned another call I made to him. That kind of shocked me. He denied to everyone that he was writing a book or that he had a movie contract—even though I had learned from good sources that he had contracted to do both. I’m probably grumpy about that because that was the end of my hopes for a Green River movie. Now, his movie is evidently an embarrassment to him. Police work is dependent on cooperation among and between detectives and anyone who claims all the credit isn’t so popular with the rest of the department.
If you live in Dave Reichert’s congressional district, I believe you would be far better served by voting for his opponent: Darcy Burner.
I’m working on a complete revamping of this website, and think that I will be able to answer email questions better by sending those who write to certain sections of www.annrules.com Hope so. As you know, I fall behind on answering emails and I feel guilty and that people may think I don’t care about their problems. I do, but book-writing takes so much time and concentration.
If any of you have written to me and haven’t gotten an answer yet, that’s why.
Often you ask me if I’m going to write a book about a high profile case, and almost always, I have no intention of doing that. They have already been way over-covered in the media. Although my ethics won’t allow me to tell you at the time, I often hear from the suspected killers in these cases—and they want me to write about them, to come and interview them. I just can’t do it. I try to do an overview of the entire case and tell all sides, but I admit I tend to be more sympathetic with The State and the victims. Some day, I’ll be able to name names—but I can’t now.
I’ll never write about the BTK. After Green River, Running Red, I knew I couldn’t do any more serial killer books for a long time. The Green River case wasn’t very well known back in the early eighties when I first started following it, and only became infamous a few decades later. The BTK was similar. And the BTK’s crimes were filled with cruelty and torture. As I’ve said so many times, I spend at least a year thinking about each case I choose, and some of them can plunge me into despair about man’s inhumanity to man. Serial Killer cases do that, so I’m taking a vacation from them.
Every single day brings emails from women who are living or have lived with domestic violence. They want me to write a book about them, but there are too many tragic and shocking cases. A while back in the guestbook, there was a suggestion from a reader that I write a book warning young women about how not to choose the wrong men. In my mind, every book I do write is a warning. I just believe that you should show and not tell. Reading about real women who suffered from domestic violence is the best warning I know of, but I can’t write hundreds of these stories. I’m just trying my best to help women get free of punishing men, or, better yet, walk away from them before they become entangled! And I really appreciate the women who have managed to both survive and thrive who post on this site’s guestbook.
I think they give hope to the women who are still trapped. Some of them have real writing talent, and I urge them to write their story themselves.
Right now, I’m waiting on cases spread all across America: Pawleys Island, S.C. and Fort Collins, Colorado, and several in the Northwest—cases that will demand at least a 500 page hardcover book to cover all the details. The way things usually go, all of them will be going to trial at the same time—and I’ll have to choose which trial to attend. I wish there wouldn’t be any new cases, and that no more people will be lost to murder and I could go back to writing humor. But experience tells me otherwise.
Not to be outdone by Heather, the galloping remodeler in Mt. Vernon, I’m finally getting new kitchen counters! Granite slabs would be way too heavy to get down on my tram—which has an 800 pound limit—but I’m happy with granite tile. It looks like black with sparkly mica splashes, but it’s really dark green. Then I decided to go for a backsplash and window wall that’s made up of small glass tiles in shades ranging from all kinds of green to mauve. I think it’s going to look really nice—and I have been in this house for almost 20 years with the same scratched up Formica.
And I have finally come to know that I can’t keep all the magazines from 2004 to 2008. I can’t give up my New Yorkers yet, but I’m doing pretty well at bundling up the rest of them and taking them to the recycle place. I’m always trying to give magazines away, too. I think it comes from back in the day when I only got fifty cents a month to buy them. That paid for two magazines then, and I chose them so carefully. The Bookmobile was my salvation when I was stuck at home with four little kids and no money.
Here’s someone whom I would dearly love to find again. Probably impossible. Her name is Flossie, and she would be about 69 or 70 now. She lived in a tiny travel trailer near Niagara Falls, N.Y., close by Lake Ontario—on an Indian Reservation trailer court with three little kids and her husband. She had very little money, but she was a great cook and taught me how to make chocolate cake with mayonnaise. She was a little plump and had strawberry blonde hair. I always admired her. Wish I knew how she was, now.
The other person was named Violet Grandin and she lived in a small town in upper Michigan. She was very kind to a young couple, their baby, and their dog (Us) when our trailer broke down . She did my laundry and let us wait in her warm home until our traveling disaster, headed for Seattle, was fixed.
Any of you have people you knew in the past who really made an impression on you with their kindness? It would be nice to hear some of your memories of special people who helped you out when you were down!
Well, the sun, which barely came out today, seems to be heading toward setting. I missed Tabloid Day yesterday, so I have to dash up to Safeway or Fred Meyer and see what the gossip is from Hollywood this week. It’s almost my only vice.
My best to all of you, and prayers for all those who are hurting, worried, or grieving.
Ann
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| Posted by Ann on Saturday, March 29, 2008 at 17:10 |
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| Startling Update! |
Hi Everyone,
Today started out so springlike and warm, but then a brisk wind blew the sun away, and brought hard rain. My crocuses, purple, white, and yellow sprang up seemingly overnight yesterday, and I can see the daffodil buds about to open, tulips (mostly from HeatherMV) are bursting forth, and the Daphne (a Northwest bush with heartbreakingly lovely fragrance) is blooming. I was going to run up to Fred Meyer and buy a bunch of health food, but the rain changed my enthusiasm. A nap sounded nicer!
Here is the latest I have on the Pat Taylor/ Everything She Ever Wanted saga. I have talked to Susan, her one surviving child who was wise enough to move thousands of miles away from her, several times in the past 24 hours. "Papa'--the Colonel--Radcliffe is not dead. He is 97 and he sold his house in McDonough and bought a nice condo where he lives with Pat. Debbie and Ronnie, Pat's two younger children, both died in their forties in the last 18 months. Their official causes of death were colon cancer for Debbie, and cirrhosis of the liver for Ronnie. Her Aunt Aggie, the colonel's new wife after Boppo, her sister, died, passed away under Pat's care. I'm a little suspicious of the cause of Ronnie's and Debbie's death, but Pat was in prison when Boppo died of lung cancer.
As you might remember from my book, Susan suffered agonizing foot and hand pain, and intestinal symptoms after her mother cooked for her, but Susan couldn't bring herself to be tested for arsenic poisoning even though she had classic symptoms. It would have been too awful to realize her own mother did that to her. Of course, Susan does not talk with her mother or see her, but she is in touch with other family members. When she looks back over the years at what was once a loving, extended family, she realizes her mother tore it to bits with her schemes and crimes. It's very hard for Susan, as it would be for anyone.
Pat has bailed out of jail in Fayetteville, but other charges are pending. As you may recall from the time that Pat and Debbie took care of the Crists, they were very adept at forging prescriptions. It's possible that all these pills were for Pat's own addiction, but that would mean she took a tremendous number of them every day. It was interesting to me to see Pat back in a wheelchair--that's always been the way she wants to appear in Court. . .a weak, pitiful, fragile invalid. But then she always seems to have a remarkable recovery.
I've always said--half-joking--that I expected to write a few more chapters on Pat Taylor some day, and now I will. For now, my publisher is rushing thousands of copies of Everything She Ever Wanted to Georgia because I suspect a lot of people will want to read about what came before this week's arrest. I guess the detectives read my book to catch up on her background. This would make Pat's third felony conviction, and probably would mean "The Big Bitch" for her. No, I'm not describing what she looks like--but convict slang for life in prison. Three strikes and you're out. Actually, Pat does quite well in prison, teaching handicrafts to other prisoners and sending nice cards to people who are ill or celebrating holidays.
This is one of three of my books that are being considered for TV movies, and I think it would be fascinating to watch it being filmed. I have always wanted Rosanna Arquette to play the role of Pat. She looks just like her in the early years. (Rosanna is currently Beatle Paul's main girlfriend and Courtney Cox Arquette's sister-in-law. )
Dee from the Northwest was the first ARF to alert me to this story on FOX and then I got about 15 more emails from readers all over America. Haven't heard from Tom and Liz Allanson yet, but the last I heard from them, they were leaving on a long cruise.
I'm working away on Mortal Danger. Tuesday, I'll have lunch with Sue "The Deputy's Wife.' She's not only a great gal but she's taught me so much about computers that I never knew!
Well, I've got to go out in the wind and rain and head to the writing cottage next door where all the girl cats are waiting for their supper. They've divided up. The boy cats live over here with me and the dogs and the girls live next door. I'll be glad when summer comes because then they'r all out on the decks, and getting their catnip fix. "K.C." my new kitten-cat, is a lot of fun. He still skitters out of site when company comes--until he checks them out. He's afraid of men, but is learning to accept my son, Mike. He has the most unusual coloring. He's black, but you can see faint tiger stripes underneath the dark. Buns is still kind of mean to him, but Toonces has grudgingly accepted him. Buns, by the way, really looks odd. He almost died from his pancreatitis two months ago, and the vets had to shave his flanks to do the ultra-sound and other tests. Well, all that hair that was shaved is coming in gray! So he's a black cat with gray flanks, gray sideburns, and a dab of gray where the top of his tail would be--if he had a tail. He doesn't seem to mind at all.
Hope you all have a great weekend! And just think--we're only about 9 days away from Daylight Savings Time! Jan, does that help a lot in Alaska or are you still rising and going to bed in the dark?
As usual, HeatherMV is full of stories about her 'hood and it's peculiar inhabitants. I swear it looks like a nice gentle neighborhood, brightened by Heather and Matt's gardens, but there are those around who don't have both oars in the water, and Heather is so kind to so many of them.
I think of so many of you who are dealing with illness in people they dearly love, and sending prayers. Micki,
I'm so sorry about Mike's losing his dad.
Love,
Ann
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