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Mockingbird Don't Sing
Mockingbird Don't Sing
Mockingbird Don't Sing
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Mockingbird Don't Sing

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Do you believe in ghosts?  Is there really a line between sanity and the afterlife?

Danny's mother passes away from cancer when he's 13 years old.  Over the next several years, his father, the not-quite-famous author Joseph Cramer, becomes a recluse and begins talking to someone else in the house, who he claims is Danny's mother.  Is he talking to himself as he slowly loses his mind, or is she really there?

Join Danny on this heartfelt journey as he begins to wonder if he's following the path of his father's descent...

LanguageEnglish
PublisherErnie Lindsey
Release dateJun 2, 2017
ISBN9781386430162
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    Mockingbird Don't Sing - Ernie Lindsey

    Mockingbird Don’t Sing

    Mockingbird

    Don’t

    Sing

    Ernie Lindsey

    ©2011

    Contents

    1. Begin

    Afterword

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    In the small, southern town of Brown Hills, Tennessee,

    somebody

    died

    .

    But not in the traditional sense. And, it wasn’t just any somebody.

    It was Joseph Cramer, the not-quite-famous author. Perhaps you’ve heard of him, maybe even read his works, Quiet Valley and Black Coffee. Both of them spent weeks on the bestseller list. But what you might not remember is his third novel.

    That’s because I’m the only one that got to

    read

    it

    .

    There are some rumors about his death, but the story I’m about to tell you is the nearest to the truth that anyone can

    ever

    come

    .

    Considering he was my father.

    My dad was a quiet man. He often spent hours sitting on the front porch with a notepad and a pencil, scribbling random notes to himself. Sometimes they were as simple as groceries. Sometimes they were meaningless, like Danny needs a haircut. Sometimes they were just fleeting ideas for new novels.

    Dad spent his time that way because he lived inside his own world. And only occasionally did he stop in to see how we were doing.

    I never knew what he was thinking, never knew what he was writing down, unless I happened

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