MY SERIES FLIES IN YOUR FACE
My series has an unusual story. I was at a funeral reception today; Eppie’s husband was buried. When Eppie sat down, she put two roses from his casket down on her table. A fly flew over and sat on the rose looking at Eppie. After an hour, the fly had not moved. The ladies, all from Italy, were positive the fly was Angelo’s sprit come to say one last farewell. I promised them I would capture his spirit.
