Picking Clover

Picking Clover

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by Bobby Hutchinson
     
 

In PICKING CLOVER, acclaimed medical novelist Bobby Hutchinson introduces Doctor Michael Forsythe and his wife, Polly. Tragedy has torn them apart, but sometimes the most unlikely situations have the power to heal broken hearts…..even when the doctor can’t apply the old adage, “Physician, heal thyself.”

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Overview

In PICKING CLOVER, acclaimed medical novelist Bobby Hutchinson introduces Doctor Michael Forsythe and his wife, Polly. Tragedy has torn them apart, but sometimes the most unlikely situations have the power to heal broken hearts…..even when the doctor can’t apply the old adage, “Physician, heal thyself.”

Excerpt:

A small, unattractive little girl sat beside Isabelle. The child was boosted to table height by several telephone books. In front of her was a mug of milky coffee, and between her fingers she had a small piece of paper towel rolled up to resemble a cigarette. She was holding it exactly the way Isabelle held hers, and she had her denim covered legs crossed at the knee just the way Isabelle did.
“This is Clover. She’s Jerome’s kid.” Isabelle gestured at the child and then at the coffeepot. “You want some? I just made a pot.”
Polly went to the cupboard and got a mug, surreptitiously checking to make certain it was clean before she poured coffee into it. Isabelle’s cupboards were often infested with bugs, which bothered Polly a whole lot and her mother not at all.
She sat at the table, thinking it was unfortunate Jerome Fox’s daughter hadn’t inherited his good looks. Clover was a most unappealing looking child with her stringy pale hair and watery, narrow eyes.
To make up for her critical thoughts, Polly gave the little girl a wide, friendly smile. “Your daddy said he wants you to come outside with him now,” she told her in a kind tone. The girl gave her a suspicious look and didn’t smile back or move an inch from her perch. She put her imitation cigarette to her lips and pretended to take a long drag, then she blew as if exhaling smoke. She even squinted at Polly the exact way Isabelle did when she exhaled.
It should have been funny, but Polly was disgusted, instead. Her mother’s smoking was something both she and Norah abhorred. They’d tried every ruse to get Isabelle to stop, with no success. Allowing a child to imitate such a dreadful habit was nothing short of criminal in Polly’s estimation.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940045147408
Publisher:
Bobby Hutchinson
Publication date:
12/12/2012
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Smashwords
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
317 KB

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Meet the Author

Bobby Hutchinson was born in a small town in interior British Columbia in 1940. Her father was an underground coal miner, her mother a housewife, and both were storytellers. Learning to read was the most significant event in her early life. She married young and had three sons. Her middle son was deaf, and he taught her patience. She divorced and worked at various odd jobs, directing traffic around construction sites, day caring challenged children, selling fabric by the pound at a remnant store. She mortgaged her house and bought the store, took her sewing machine to work, and began to sew a dress a day. The dresses sold. The fabric didn’t, so she hired four seamstresses and turned the store into a handmade clothing boutique. After twelve successful years, she sold the business and decided to run a marathon. Training was a huge bore, so she made up a story as she ran, about Pheiddipedes, the first marathoner. She copied it down and sent it to the Chatelaine short story contest, won first prize, finished the Vancouver marathon, and became a writer. It was a hell of a lot easier than running. She married again and divorced again, writing all the while, mostly romances, (which she obviously needs to learn a lot about,) and now has more than fifty-five published books. She decided she needed something to do in the morning in her spare time, so she opened her first B&B, Blue Collar, in Vancouver, B.C. After five successful years, she moved home to the small coal mining town of Sparwood, where she now operates the reincarnated version of the Blue Collar. She's currently working on three or four or eight more books. She has six enchanting grandchildren. She lives alone, apart from guests, meditates, bikes, reads incessantly, and writes. She likes a quote by Dolly Parton: “Decide who you are, and then do it on purpose.”

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