Mark A. Lowery

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Back Cover Synopsis:  Seven year old Jimmy Kerrinan is a curious, inquisitive boy. He gets into a lot of mischief in his life, seeking answers to his questions. He has lots and lots of questions.  His biggest question: "What is the most magical thing of all?"  He leaves school early to see, for the third time, the matinee show of the circus’ new female magician, The Great Polman.  He learns the answer is not daffodils as he thought, or the daffodils that grow in Mrs. Lorman’s garden which he thinks are the best type of daffodils that he has ever seen.  He does not realize that he had learned the answer until he is later in his bed snuggled under his favorite blanket, the one with the unicorn on it.

 

*****Excerpt from Book-Introduction*****

 

 

Seven-year old Jimmy Kerrinan's mother smiled as she looked at him from the doorway to his bedroom, peacefully and contentedly sleeping snuggled under the medium blue blanket with a unicorn outlined in black with a golden horn.  His favorite blanket, she had bought the blanket for him as one of his presents for his fifth birthday.  She wondered if he was dreaming of unicorns as he slept after his day.

Jimmy had done several things that day, and over the past two days, which displeased her.  He had done them without permission and had told some lies.  She had not yet revealed to him she knew the things he had done without permission, or about the lies.

She looked at the bedside table with the digital clock on it and then at the unlit small night lamp next to the clock.  She was pleased he had learned he did not need a night light when going to sleep.  She remembered how he had always stubbornly stayed awake when he had been younger despite how tired he was until the night light was on and either his father when he had been alive or she had read him a story.

He recently had told her he no longer wanted the light when he went to sleep, without cajoling and pleading by her.  Unlike her mother had had to do with her when she was a child, and which Alice Thomson and Karen Orman had told her they had gone through with their children.  He also only occasionally now asked her to read him a story, which he had not done before going to bed.

Looking from the clock to him sleeping she knew that she would punish him at some point for the things he had done without permission and the lies he had told.  She did not look forward to confronting him, just as she had never liked doing so before and would never like when she had to do so in the future.  She was happy, however, that sometimes things just happened as it had with him no longer wanting a night light.  However, she knew that did not happen as often or as quickly as she wanted to happen.

She thought about how over time she had learned to be more patient than she had been as a child, though she ruefully thought that she had never lost her impatience.  Sometimes it came out at the wrong time, which occurred on too many occasions with Jimmy.  She often was not as patient as she should be with him and other things in her life; the reason it was hard for her to teach him to be patient.  She was sometimes too tired, or believed she had more important things to do.

She knew blaming being too tired, or believing she had something more important to do, usually was no excuse for being impatient.  Most of the time, she remembered that too late.  Maybe in time, she thought, she would learn to be more patient than she had yet learned how to do.  And be better at teaching Jimmy to be less impatient too.  Sometimes she knew she could be as impatient, if not more so, than Jimmy was.  She had always been that way from when she was a child.

Sometimes, well actually a lot of the time she thought, Jimmy amazed her.  She knew she did not tell him that as often as she wanted to or thought she should tell him.  Sometimes she was just too tired from working, or had other more important things to do.

She said a silent prayer to God and thought some more about Jimmy's day.  She then briefly thought about working at the motel.  She was very tired.  She had worked four and a half overtime hours that day because Janice Simpson, one of the other room service workers at the motel, had been out sick.

The whistling of the teakettle on the stove in the kitchen downstairs interrupted her thoughts.  She had been heating the water to make a cup of tea to drink while relaxing before taking a bath.  Afterwards, she would say her nighttime prayers and go to sleep in her bed in her bedroom, underneath her favorite blanket.

She turned and shut his bedroom door, shutting off the light flowing into Jimmy's bedroom from the hallway as she briefly thought that in a little while she would have to start planning his upcoming birthday party and what presents to buy for him.

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Contact email: marklowery@usa.net