An Excerpt from my book 'If She Had Only Said Sorry'

[Candy Adderley Dawe]

"Can I tell you a secret?
But you mustn’t tell a soul. You can NEVER tell a soul. The islanders would never forgive me and might indict me for her murder. No, I meant disappearance. I never get it right and I’m afraid I’m unraveling slowly, which is why I must tell my story. My father won’t believe me. My boyfriend thinks I’m mad and my neighbors all want it forgotten.
But how do you forget a sister?
I still see her at times, you know. Fists raised to my face and her feet drawn back to kick me. Brown eyes flashing in anger, nostrils drawing in breath. How could I forget? But you mustn’t think me so innocent or ill deserving of the crime. Perhaps I should explain it all and start from the beginning.

I didn’t play with dolls when I was little. I was too busy in the garden shed fantasizing about getting away with murder. No, I don’t mean innocent misdemeanors like moving a few coins out of Mom’s purse or hiding dirty socks at the bottom of the clean laundry. Or more sinister pranks like stuffing the neighbor’s kid into the closet for hours during hide and seek. I wanted in on bigger fish – like investigating the effects of sprinkling rat pellets on my sister’s food or seeing how long she could hold her breath under water. One… two… three… four… (I think she has it coming for all the cruelty she’s been giving me) five… six…."

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