Author Archives: Gordon DeLand

I was letting the dust settle from Grave Stones, thinking I should be hitting it hard on Upstairs. But the feeling that the end of October would be a personal disaster made me disinclined to write. I prepared my mind … Continue reading →

Part 14 Adam teamed up with Stuart, a friend of Ed’s. They talked about the old days and about how dry this spring season had been, and the odd tomb stones. “Yep. Some of the ones that turned are relatives … Continue reading →

A few had run for the barn or the chapel but the majority of the crowd had bundled into the parsonage. It was crowded and sweaty, and there was no room to get comfortable. The wind began to pick up … Continue reading →

Adam, Angela and Marydell found a Denny’s and had a late lunch. Adam didn’t say much but Angela had enough questions to keep the conversation going. Adam hadn’t asked anything more about his birth mother and neither woman brought it … Continue reading →

Adam froze. “I know my mother.” “Adam… things aren’t always what we think…” “I KNOW who my mother is!” “The woman who raised you was the only mother…” “STOP! I don’t want to know anymore!” “… you needed to know … Continue reading →

“Oh, they believe it all right! But they’re scared. She knows something.” “What could she know? She seems like a scared little girl to me.” “Yes, that’s her. Always asking for help.” “Yes!” “And soaking wet,” Mary interjected. “Yes! Yes!” … Continue reading →

“There you are!” They had just finished their short goodbyes to Miss Esther and Billy when Marydell Piersol came around the corner of church. “I was worried when I saw you both leave. Is everything all right?” “Yes,” said Adam. … Continue reading →