Jeanne, a retired librarian and one-year widow, is dreading her first Christmas without Sam. However, when her childhood friend moves in next door, Jeanne wonders if alone might be better. Spunky Debbie McCormick won’t allow Jeanne to wallow in her grief, and seems intent on pushing her into decisions she’s not ready to make.
How will Jeanne get through the season she used to love when every memory brings sorrow? And how will she manage to keep her nosy new neighbor from turning her life upside down?
I loved writing this story. I had been challenged to write a contemporary story, as opposed to my usual historicals. Besides that change, I decided to experiment with “first person” point of view.
Jeanne is my main character, and she tends to be somewhat like me, but when “spunky Debbie McCormick” walked into my story, well, that’s when it took off.
The word count of this short Christmas tale is 10,000 words, so it’s a quick read. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.