Miss Cavanaugh: A Wedding Novella
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Jody's husband asked what she'd been doing all day. After five years she finally confessed, "When no one is around, I write."
Okay, It was more like trying to get out of saying a thing. Jody's a writer. You want it pretty. Let's compromise.
"Just finish one," he said, challenging her to complete a story and share it. Little did he know that those words of encouragement meant theyâd return from a family vacation with a wild and defiant set of quintuplets stumbling their way into adulthood. Wasnât raising their three sons enough?
A native of nowhere, Jody settled in New England for 17 years before agreeing to uproot her brood of boys and move to North Carolina. She spends most of her time reading, writing, and hoping that her ravenous children havenât managed to eat all the ingredients before she cooks dinner.
