But Gorgeous Editor needs to finish those last few chapters and she may definitely change her mind . . .
Here's a nibble from Chapter Two:
Mamma usually wore a bit of cherry lipstick after breakfast, adding more makeup if she was going into town to shop. Since the accident, Mamma’s face was pale and splotchy, her lips colorless like a corpse. She didn’t even look real anymore.
I stopped three feet from the hospital bed and gave a shudder when Mamma’s legs started to jerk. I backed up as fast as I could, my head spinning like I’d just gotten off a roller coaster.
“Olivia Marie Mouton!” Faye exploded. “Mamma ain’t going to bite! She can’t even open her eyes.”
“Leave Livie be,” Daddy told Faye mildly through the doorway. “She gonna do things in her own time."
Faye bit at her lips, ignoring me again, even when I clutched at my queasy stomach. I swear my sister had no heart.