Death Expectancy

By C. D. Moulton

"And what would you say my life expectancy would be , Mama Naomi?"
"You ain't got no life expectancy, Mon. You got a death expectancy."

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. D. Moulton
• Release date: Jul 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201716165

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Death Expectancy

(c)2014 by C. D. Moulton

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And what would you say my life expectancy would be , Mama Naomi?

You ain’t got no life expectancy, Mon. You got a death expectancy.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

Contents

About the author

Caribbean Cruise

Distant Interference

Isla Palmitas

Cat and Mouse

Eat Your Way to Hell

Looking for Father

The Confrontation

Friends and Futures

About the author

CD Moulton has traveled extensively over much of the world both in the music business, where he was a rock guitarist, songwriter, and arranger, and in an import/export business. He has been everything from a bar owner to auto salvage (junkyard) manager, longshoreman to high steel worker, orchid grower to landscaper, tropical fish farmer to commercial fisherman. He started writing books in 1983 and has published more than 175 books as of January 1, 2013. His most popular books to date are about research with orchids, though much of his science fiction and fantasy work has proven popular. He wrote the CD Grimes, PI series and the Det. Nick Storie series, among other works.

He now resides in Gualaca, Panamá, where he writes the Clint Faraday mystery series, plays music with friends – and pursues his favorite ways to spend his time: beach bum and roaming the mountain jungles doing botanical research. He has lately become involved in fighting for the rights of the indigenous people, who are among his closest friends, and in fighting the extreme corruption in the courts and police in Panamá.

He offers the free e-book, Fading Paradise, that explains what he has been through because of the corruption.

Caribbean Cruise

Wilson Farmer leaned over the rail on the upper deck to look down at the wharf. Francine and her mother, Wila, were just spots, more than a figure. She had her little folding binoculars focused on him and waved. He waved back.

This liner was big. Two Olympic-sized swimming pools on this deck.

He wasn’t really enthused about going on this cruise. Francine was like looking at people from a city block away. He was actually that far above her.

It wasn’t far enough. He won this cruise at a raffle at the children’s fair. Two weeks cruising the Caribbean, all expenses paid – for one. Donated by Fairy Princess Lines to raise money for medical research into children’s diseases. The gimmick was that they had it all paid for one, but most would want someone along, so the line made out on what the other(s) paid.

He had the money to bring Francine and her mother along, but they didn’t know that. He had managed to keep a secret account with more than sixty thousand in it from anyone’s knowledge. The only reason he was taking this cruise was to get away from Francine.  From Wila, actually.

Francine was a pretty girl with a sweet personality. They would probably get along very well as very close friends for life, but Mama inserted herself into it. She was determined that Will was going to marry Francine. She had more and more gotten control of both their lives. What had started as a good thing had turned into Hell. He didn’t have a minute’s freedom. He suspected Francine wasn’t as keen on the deal as she acted, but she was as much as terrified of her mother and wanted out.

When he met Wila, he got the first flash in a long time. He had a couple of incidents in his past when he met a person. A sign of some sort flashed across their face. It didn’t last more than a tenth of a second, but he found it was generally accurate. Wila, a cobra poised to strike. He got more and more of the flashes, lately.

One time, when Mama was in New Orleans for the night, Francine had said she was out of range. They had to find some way to get her mother out of their relationship, that Mama was destroying their chances to be happy.