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Denise smiled and greeted the newcomers warmly. “It’s so great to see you all. I’m hoping the doctor will let me go soon.” She wrinkled up her nose. “I really hate it here. The beds suck,” she giggled. “It’s nice to see you in...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/674365"><title>Chapter 7 - complete</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/674365</link><description>Chapter 7 Andy went on his break and checked his email. He smiled when he saw one from Denise. His smile quickly faded as he read it, and the color drained from his face. ‘ Andy, the police just arrested Mitch for abuse and domestic violence. They’re sending me to the hospital to have the baby...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/651049"><title>Til Death, Chapter 7, Part One</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/651049</link><description>Andy went on his break and checked his email. He smiled when he saw one from Denise. His smile quickly faded as he read it, and the color drained from his face. “Andy, the police just arrested Mitch for abuse and domestic violence. They’re sending me to the hospital to have the baby checked out....</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/640064"><title>The long awaited Chapter 6 of 'Til Death!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/640064</link><description>Chapter 6 – Interference Denise woke in a panic. "What was that?" she whispered. She paused... then heard it again. BANG! BANG! BANG! It came from the front door. Terrified, she nudged Mitch. He didn't budge, so she shook him lightly. "Mitch!" she hissed in his ear, "someone is beating at the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/638400"><title>Just a quick FYI - regarding 'Til Death</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/638400</link><description>I sincerely apologize that I haven't written more on this novel, but I've come to realize that I'm simply to close to the subject matter to continue at this time. I plan to start a more lighthearted work soon, if I can come up with something, lol. I need time to finish the healing process before...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/637302"><title>Chapter 6 - Interference</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/637302</link><description>Denise woke in a panic. "What was that?" she whispered. She paused... then heard it again. BANG! BANG! BANG! It came from the front door. Terrified, she nudged Mitch. He didn't budge, so she shook him lightly. "Mitch!" she hissed in his ear, "someone is beating at the front door! Go check it out,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/633544"><title>Grrrr... I have hit a little writer's block here</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/633544</link><description>I know I have tons of material kicking around somewhere, but since we moved in July to on post housing, I'm having a bit of an issue finding it. As soon as I do, or as soon as I write new material, I will start getting caught up here. 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The girl didn’t seem terribly pleased to be out, or perhaps she wasn’t pleased with where they were. She slouched slightly, suggesting that she might be self-conscious or shy. She...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/606191"><title>Memories of Fear</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LadyGhost19708853/606191</link><description>I’ve never been comfortable talking about this – even now. Sixteen years later, I still have nightmares. Thankfully, those are few and far between. I’m happily married with two handsome sons. Yet, from time to time, I still look over my shoulder to see if he ’s there, lurking in the shadows....</description></item></rdf:RDF>