Well, it’s come to this.
As my family (all twelve of us) huddled around the single
bulb dangling from the ceiling of our dank, windowless basement apartment
(we’ll have electricity for a few more days), Little Timmy looked up at me, his
dirty face stained by tears of hunger and hopelessness, and he asked me,
“Daddy,
will we eat today?”
I blinked, holding back my own
tears, trying to come up with reassuring words for my little barefoot boy who’d
only consumed an Altoids and a cricket in the past two days.
“Someone
will surely buy one of my books today, Timmy.”
His big
brown eyes widened. “But what if they don’t?”
All I could
do was wrap my arms around his bony little body and squeeze.
“They won’t
let us perish. I promise you.”
I made a promise to Little Timmy. Please, won’t you help me
keep it?
For less than $5, you can help Little Timmy have his first
decent meal in weeks (did I mention he suffers from Xerostomia?).
Buy a copy of “Fall Lake” today. The link is over to your
right. Little Timmy thanks you.
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