Dorothy Dawson Novels & Stories

She would rather be somewhere else, but the woman was nice and she felt guilty wanting to dismiss her so quickly, “It’s so nice to meet you Dorothy.” “I heard about your story. It’s such a cruel thing what that man did to— “I’m sorry what?” “Your story…” Dorothy repeated, “The short memoir released a few days ago? It’s such a heartfelt message. I never believed such a woman could rise from the ashes like that, it warms my little Mee-Maw heart.”

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

“Something that holds her accountable, but doesn’t destroy her future. It protects Cassie while also avoiding a full trial.” I exhaled slowly. That… actually sounded fair. “I'm down.” “Then I’ll handle it,” Dorothy added, reaching into her bag for her tablet. “As Cassie’s attorney.” I blinked. “Wait, what? You can do that?” Dorothy gave me a look. “I’m an attorney, Cassie. Of course I can.” “You’re a what?” I asked, surprised. Dorothy rolled her eyes. “Senior partner. Rivers Law. It’s our private firm.”

, she said. “ early, darling you know if I want something I get it, besides the early bird catches the man", she countered happily. “ the man", Aisha looked at her one eyebrow raised, “ it is the worm". “ Worm, what worm", Daisy said In a confused state. “ The early bird catches the worm", Dora repeated. Dora was their closest friend also but not that close, she was a dark girl with a beautiful afro and pointed nose. “ oh right, whatever", she responded and they continued chatting.

Dalton’s point of view: Walking around the car parked in the driveway and heading toward the pack house, I caught a glimpse of something colorful out of the corner of my eye, over near the edge of the woods. Curious, I glanced over just in time to see a figure dressed in a bright red sundress disappear into the trees. I got more curious when I caught a whiff of her enticing scent. I’d recognize that woman anywhere. Why was she going into the woods? I wondered.

“Fine. I'll go with you. Are you all happy now?” Dina giggled. Donna shrugged and walked over to Dorothy who sat on a small stool with her hands folded. Amongst all the women, Dorothy was the strangest. Yet, she had a way to make people feel comfortable when she needed to. One of the maids walked up to me with a tape in her right hand. “I'd like to take your measurements,” she said, offering a warm smile. She was no maid. She was a seamstress, and somehow, Winston had assumed that I would accept his proposal even before he asked me.

Clarissa fanned herself, unable to breathe. "Mrs. Dorothy Everest, how would you like to have your share?" the butler asked. "Actually..." Dorothy trailed off, and they all listened, eager to hear what she would say, especially Agnes and Clarissa. "Actually, I’d love to donate my eighty-five percent to charity, including the Florence household and all the cars," Dorothy said.

Dorothy got up to grab tissues from above a cabinet standing to the right of her television and attempted to wipe the tears, but they kept falling. “All these years, I tried to live a quiet life among humans. I work at the local library. A year ago, I went to watch a flyball game with an old friend from the CMMA, and she told me that they had started collaborating again with the EBEE. I immediately thought about you. When the crowd chanted your name in the middle of the 1st period, she mentioned that you were one of the EBEE agents who got paired up to work with the CMMA, so I decided that it was time to connect with you.”

worse by taking it out on him. I winced at the thought and shook my head, “Was this Genevieve lady a witch?” I stared at Dalton as he took another curve like a pro race-car driver with one hand on the wheel and the other on mine. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, “The most powerful witch to have ever existed.” I could feel fear and sadness coming off of him. Which made me wonder what the hell happened to Genevieve. I sat there like a statue staring at the road with the gears turning in my head. This could explain mine and family’s odd ways. The dreams and also being able to pick up on emotions better than the average person. I saw the turn coming up that would take on to the ro

Dawson started his chattering mode today. "Do you know Zerlia Herb?" "I didn't know." "You see, I told you, you wouldn't know, but you still don't believe it. Just move away, don't touch it and break it," Lorraine held this white herb in her arms, like a precious baby, looking at Dawson with a disgusted expression. But Dawson didn't mind either, after all, he didn't come all the way to the mountains for nothing, and he almost got bitten by a snake for nothing.