Osiris, I have been having these e-mails and thought you might want to read them as well:
Dear Friend,
As promised, today I am sending you the fourth chapter of Summer's Path.
This is the last installment I'll be sending to you via email. Hopefully you have enjoyed the preview and will be interested in finding out what happens in the full hardcover book that is available at your local retailer or by clicking the link at the bottom of this page. If you do decide to buy the book, don't forget to register for the free trip to Canyon Ranch. You are eligible whether you buy on-line or at your local bookstore.
I've been hearing from many of you via Facebook and I look forward to staying connected there --
www.facebook.com/scottblumNamaste,
Scott.
PS: I've included the link for the first three chapters below for your convenience.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
....was thinking . . ." Suzanne said softly while stroking her husband's hair. "What would you say to putting your seed on ice so we could have a child after you leave?"
Don burst out laughing. "My 'seed'? My 'seed'?! Where did you get that from? Can't you even say the word?" It was the first time he had laughed out loud in a while, and it felt good. "What am I, a tree, now?"
His laughter was infectious, and Suzanne also let a smile emerge. "Okay, your sperm," she laughed. "I would like to save some of your sperm so we can have a baby after this is all over."
Don's seriousness returned in an instant. "We've talked about having children before."
"I know--the world is a horrible place, and there are too many people in the world . . . blah, blah, blah. I just thought things were different now."
"Yes, things are much different now!" Don waved his arms to emphasize the point. "I'm about to die from a genetic disease, and there's no way I'm going to impose my defective genes on a baby!"
"They don't know for sure if it's hereditary."
"My mother died of cancer. My father died of cancer. My grandfather died of cancer. And now I'm going to die of cancer. How much more sure can you get?"
"I just thought . . ."
"No, you're not thinking--that's the problem!" Suzanne began crying, and she pulled away from Don when he tried to comfort her.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean it."
"I can't talk to you when you're like this," Suzanne sobbed while wiping the tears from her cheek with the back of her hand. "This isn't just about you. I have feelings, too, you know."
He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, with as much compassion as he could: "I know. But I have to put an end to this cruel joke of a family line, once and for all. Just like my parents should've done. I don't want to leave you alone, but that is not going to happen."
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(the chapter is too long to send in its entirety in an email)
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