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The four of them sat together on the couch for what seemed to be hours just enjoying the relative quiet. It was Deanna who finally broke the silence. “I can’t go to the funerals for my parents.”
“We don’t have to think about that right now,” Max said as he rubbed her back as she snuggled into his side a bit more. “Right now, nothing is planned, and you don’t have to even think about it.”
“The rest of them will make a big deal about it,” Deanna said with a sigh as she looked up at him. “This is such a mess. I can’t do it though whether I say it now, or later I refuse to go.”
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Across the Desk Fifty
Her phone started ringing constantly. She was trying to ignore it with everything that she was, but when Max picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID, he tossed the phone to her. “If you ignore everyone, they will keep calling.”“I don’t want to talk to them,” Deanna said as she put the phone on the table as she went back to watching television with Henry snuggled up next to her.“Then let me talk to them,” Max said as he picked up the phone.“Go right ahead.” Deanna laughed. Max looked at the phone.“Hello?” he
Across the Desk Fifty one
“Well, Deanna, I mean that isn’t the rudest thing you have said when picking up the phone,” Indie said as Deanna could hear the self-righteous tone take over. It was the same one her mother had used throughout her life when Deanna had stood up for herself and wanted to go her own way instead of the one her mother had planned out for her. Now she knew it had to be to cover up how she really was, mentally disturbed and controlling. “I wanted to discuss Mother and Father’s services with you, and then we will have to talk about Justine’s at a later date.”“Indie, you don’t have to discuss anything with me about the services I won’t be going to any one of them except Justine’s,” Deanna said, and it felt like a weight was lifted off her chest.
Across the Desk Fifty two
A few days later, they were in the basement office. Deanna looked across the desk to see Max, who was talking to Michelle in his arms as she held Henry on her lap. She had been thinking of the past few days and how she had the chance to grieve her sister’s loss and even the ones she had thought of as her parents only because of Max’s help. That Monday, she had been able to make it to the couch and not much further. Max had kept the children close so he could keep up with their demands as well as being there to dry her tears, make her laugh again, and, most importantly, be her rock in this sea that had become her life.The day they started to bring all the children’s stuff into the building, people did a double-take. She had hoped he wouldn’t make a big deal about everything, but he didn&rsqu
Across the Desk Fifty Three
The rest of the day they worked side by side knowing that the storm being on the horizon for some time. They also knew the love they had found in the simple setting of the office they shared during the day and their house at night would sustain them for the rest of their days if they let it. There would be times they had to fight but there would more times to love each other and the two children they both loved.Battles were headed their way and Max knew as he looked at Deanna that there was nothing more he could do to love her but he would fight for her until the day he died. A student who had turned his head so many years ago was the reason for him to go on with his life. There was nothing that was more important than she was to him.
Across the Desk Fifty four
Max enjoyed the time they had when it was just the four of them doing the normal things a young family would do. When they got home every day it was a simple process for her to start dinner and then do some of the things around the house that needed to be done. She had a schedule for everything and she would start a load of laundry. Go into the bathrooms and spray them done for it to be rinsed off and wiped down at a later time. She kept the house looking pretty well despite the fact they had a toddler that liked to spread his toys nearly every where throughout the house.Max would get down on the floor and play with Henry or take the kids outside for some fresh air. After they ate dinner they would settle in for a show on the tv as he held one of the kids and she did the other. Then it was time for baths and bedti
Across the Desk Quick update
This is the first in the insanity Series dealing with the Watson's and the two characters of Max and Deanna. The Second book is now out on Goodnovel.The name of it is Weathering the Storm. it continues where this book left off.The third will be released on November 1st, 2020 and it is called Breaking the eye wall. A tie in series will be released in December called The nightmare begins. All books will be released on Barnes and noble .com as well by the end of the year. I truly hope you enjoyed the books and will continue to read my writing. Reviews are always welcome and I love hearing from you.Octobers release is And the rain Fell... A scary love story with a few twists and turns....Kat
Across the Desk Author's note
The insanity series is now complete. The wonderful journey this has taken me on along with the wonderful people who have joined along for the ride know the ups and downs and the five months of my life it took to write this series.i am insane proud of the outcome and how it all worked out. The next series which is the nightmare series will begin in december. The first book in the series "The nightmare begins" is ready and will begin on December 1st. Though the first book does not have Max and Deanna i will tie in to the insanity series with the second book which i will begin writing in early 2021.Thank you for coming along on this journey and don;t forget to check out the other books in the Series.Across the DeskWeathering the StormAnd Breaking the Eye Wall....
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“Why do I have to do this again?” Deanna asked again with a sigh. She was in the small office of advisor for the school. She had set up this meeting in hopes of finding out she was graduating at the end of the semester, and now she was left with more questions. The cramped walls with books and loose papers in folders were scattered everywhere so much was crammed in the office that she was starting to become slightly claustrophobic. It felt like the air was being sucked out of the room as she looked at the man in front of her.“Ms. Watson, I know this is not what you expected, but the requirements for your major have changed. You have to do this one more thing to be able to walk with your class. I am sure that I sent you an email about this months ago.” Mr. Richerson stated as he pushed his glasses up his nose. “I am sure that if you go back, you wi
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