He did not tell her he is boarding in town and was an ass regarding her justifiable astonishment. Meg at least hoped for time with her Dad at the beach. The rub is that after an irritable start a ghost barely exists and we are not even treated to the potentially exotic cottage atmosphere. Meg’s Mom did not support her Dad’s dreams, who is surviving without much of his income since parting. She is supposedly depressed about having gotten a divorce but even as a fellow woman: I get the separation! Writers earn zilch for awhile, if we are going to dare working at it seriously towards a career. This novel differs only in the Mother figure being an unimaginably selfish whiner. We are the only species who drinks another species’ milk, as adults to boot.Ī problem the 1980s and 1990s did have in literature, is a million stories that all started their adventures with a teenager angry about going somewhere forcibly. No one was allergic to nuts in the 1980s, by the way. Much prolific output is prey to the chocolate box conundrum: a few contain coconut, instead of the gooey caramel or sumptuous nuttiness. I acquainted her in this decade, even though stories like this 1987 one, came out in my childhood. Betty Ren Wright is highly appreciated by me.
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