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Chapter 11 has been reposted with errors found by my eagle eyed readers corrected. Someone caught a typo "Par 74." when it should have been "Par 71." I can't find it and have deleted the email. If you see it let me know please.
Chapter 12 is in editing right now, should post by tomorrow. There was a major continuity issue that required a rewrite.
Starting on Chapter 13 today.
The Corvette racer love my little story, those they call the Waxers hate it with a passion. So much fun to take a very short break from Rick. Have written a thousand words of his today so not goofing off too much
I have had so many emails about Corvettes not having a backseat that it inspired a very short story. BTW all the emails were sent in the right spirit and were appreciated, all one hundred and sixty two of them.
Ed
I would like to thank the more than one hundred people who sent condolences. Home now and will start writing again tomorrow. Mum was 98 so can't say it was unexpected. She lived a good life. She is the model for Rick's Mum. While of course all is widely exaggerated she had a horrific World War II. Dad who was in the Battle of the Bulge always swore her war was worse than his. I even helped a little by managing to be born in the middle of an air raid. Mum couldn't get to the bomb shelter so I was born in the bed upstairs. The Germans blew up the house next across the street and blew in our doors and windows. For some reason she never forgave me for that. I was her little Barstead.
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