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Sibling Rivalry
Sibling Rivalry
Sibling Rivalry
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A young woman, betrayed by friends, lost a young daughter to abduction. A husband, two sons whose hatred of each other leads to further tragedy. Finally redemption for the family as a stranger calls.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 20, 2013
ISBN9781481793858
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    Sibling Rivalry - Jim Jordan

    2013 by Jim Jordan. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Published by AuthorHouse 05/06/2013

    ISBN: 978-1-4817-9384-1 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4817-9385-8 (e)

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    CONTENTS

    CHAPTER 1

    CHAPTER 2

    CHAPTER 3

    CHAPTER 4

    CHAPTER 5

    CHAPTER 6

    CHAPTER 7

    CHAPTER 8

    CHAPTER 9

    CHAPTER 10

    CHAPTER 11

    CHAPTER 12

    CHAPTER 13

    CHAPTER 14

    CHAPTER 15

    CHAPTER 16

    CHAPTER 17

    CHAPTER 18

    CHAPTER 1

    M onday March 1st eighteen thirty-three Mayfair London England in the distance stands a large house, Georgian by the looks of it isolated but proud in the shadow of a big tree. It is the house of George and Irene Turnbull, in the master bedroom lies Irene, she is about to give birth. George is pacing up and down in the library like a caged lion, suddenly he stops he hears a cry, and a shout from one of the servants It’s a boy it’s a boy george starts dancing a jig round the room, at twelve-twenty in the afternoon Charles Edward Turnbull was born.

    Charles’ formative years were one of turbulence, from his mother who took to the liquor bottle while charles was still quite young. His father had struggled to find work down south so moved north, during the week to work on the docks in Liverpool. As the years went by charles struggled with school work, thanks mostly to the indifference of his mother.

    He was saved by his father’s insistence, that charles study maths under his guidance which he excelled at. In eighteen forty-three irene left citing charles’ bad behaviour as an excuse, in truth she did not have it as a mother. In the fall of eighteen forty three, george met and fell in love with a lady by the name of Sarah Turnbury, sarah wanted a child of her own. However, with george working away so often it was just not possible, sarah had to settle for what she had although disappointed she soon forgot about having her own child and concentrated on charles.

    Over the next few years charles settled down, thanks to sarah’s patience and his growing maturity everything now became easy for the young man. Socially awkward he was tall for his age, nearly six foot age fifteen he eventually stopped growing at five feet eleven. He was now proficient at almost all his subjects in school save two, in eighteen forty-nine while walking the street on his way home from a party.

    He came across a female tramp lying prone in the street with a half bottle of gin, lying next to her its contents dribbling out of the bottle into the gutter. He kicked at her to get her to move, to his horror he recognised the clothing she was wearing, it was his mother laying there she was only forty-five years old.

    Charles rushed home to tell his father

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