spurned.

with a peaceful mind, i say a little prayer for sidney sheldon who died. i grew up in my IJ days reading his bestsellers mom would get for me from the library or as birthday presents every other year. i would read them while waiting for tuition or piano classes and his words were my imaginary source of solace. as i wait to break the news to mom; i pull out if tomorrow comes from my bookshelf. the yellowed pages and broken book spine, it is ready to be understood a decade later. 9:49 PM