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    Get Reckless With The Truth, But Don't Lie
    Get Reckless With The Truth, But Don't Lie
    Get Reckless With The Truth, But Don't Lie
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    Get Reckless With The Truth, But Don't Lie

    By B.L Wilson

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    It’s been nearly six months since the main characters from Two Moons Bakery met and fell in love or broke up. This sequel, Get Reckless with the Truth but Don’t Lie, follows secondary characters executive assistant Edith Mack and legal eagle Danielle Turner into a tumultuous affair that ends almost before it begins with an attempted murder. Ex-wives who think they are still married, lovers who hate liars but sleep with them anyway, and lesbians who fall for their stalkers—oh my!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherB.L Wilson
    Release dateMay 2, 2017
    ISBN9781370048724
    Get Reckless With The Truth, But Don't Lie
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    B.L Wilson

    B.L. has always been in love with books and the words in them. She never thought she could create something with the words she knew. When she read ‘To Kill A Mocking Bird,’ she realized everyday experiences could be written about in a powerful, memorable way. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with that knowledge so she kept on reading.Walter Mosley’s short stories about Easy Rawlins and his friends encouraged BL to start writing in earnest. She felt she had a story to tell...maybe several of them. She’d always kept a diary of some sort, scraps of paper, pocketsize, notepads, blank backs of agency forms, or in the margins of books. It was her habit to make these little notes to herself. She thought someday she’d make them into a book.She wrote a workplace memoir based on the people she met during her 20 years as a property manager of city-owned buildings. Writing the memoir, led her to consider writing books that were not job-related. Once again, she did...producing romance novels with African American lesbians as main characters. She wrote the novels because she couldn’t find stories that matched who she wanted to read about ...over forty, African American and female.

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      Get Reckless With The Truth, But Don't Lie - B.L Wilson

      Get Reckless With The Truth,

      but don’t lie

      (Forever Woman Volume 4)

      by

      B.L. Wilson

      Get Reckless With The Truth,

      but don’t lie

      Brought to you by

      Patchwork Bluez Press

      Get Reckless With The Truth, but don’t lie

      Copyright 2017 by B. L. Wilson.

      All rights reserved.

      Smashwords Edition

      No part of this e-book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, without permission in writing from the author.

      This book is a work of fiction. Any similarity in name, description, or history of characters in this book to actual individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental.

      Please respect the rights of the author and do not file share.

      Edited by BZ Hercules

      www.bzhercules.com

      Author’s Note

      Get Reckless With The Truth, but don’t lie was written and takes place in a time when technology was somewhat more simple. You will find references to flip phones and people not being as easy to reach as they are now. Social media was nonexistent, at least not like it is in the present day, and most of my characters did not feel incomplete without a laptop. Updating the technology might change the plot elements, so I have left the old-fashioned ways untouched and request that you enjoy this bit of nostalgia as it is written.

      Thank you.

      B.L. Wilson

      For all those women who have suffered abuse at the hands of somebody who claims to love them.

      My wish for you is that you find the courage to leave and become your own safe haven so you can safely begin the healing process.

      If you are filled with pride, then you will have no room for wisdom.

      ~ African proverb~

      ONE: Second dates and other stuff

      Sylvia Royce strode into the office looking very pleased about something. Edith Mack stopped sipping her coffee to watch her boss’ entrance into the office. Lately, Sylvia seemed happy all the time. It was a big change for her. She used to look either haggard or aggravated most days. Not that Edith blamed her. If her own father was still alive, had Alzheimer’s, and spent his days wandering around the neighborhood, she’d be crazy with worry too, just as Sylvia used to be. Sylvia had hired a series of home healthcare aides for her father Isaac, but he managed to sneak off, searching the neighborhood for his dead wife Maydeane. The last straw happened when Isaac disappeared for hours, finally showing up in the company of Freddie Hicks, a kindly taxi driver. Sylvia was worried enough to send her father to a nursing home but decided to try something new first.

      Sylvia confided that her consultations with a Dr. J. Montgomery, a psychiatrist with a specialty in geriatrics, were extremely helpful in making the decision to keep her father at home. Together, she and her children visited several nearby adult daycare centers and selected one that offered adult activities to support Isaac in his golden years. Five days a week, either Sylvia or her daughter Lynette helped the old man dress in the morning, then put him on the center’s bus. He stayed there most days until three or four in the afternoon, when the bus returned him home to either Lynette or Sylvia. So far, the adult daycare concept seemed to be working well for the Royce family.

      Noting Sylvia’s dreamy-eyed look, Edith wondered if Freddie Hicks put it there this morning. She sighed inwardly. Wish I looked like that, she mused. If wishes were horses, we all could ride. Morning, Sylvie. You’re looking chipper this morning. Want some coffee? I just made it.

      Sylvia gave Edith a wistful dazed smile as if she hadn’t heard anything Edith said to her. It’s a wonderful day. Isn’t it, Edie?

      Edith frowned, then put her mug down on her desk and followed her boss into her office. Actually, it’s been raining off and on since last night. Weather forecast says more rain with a flood watch tonight. Sylvia finally sat down after fiddling with her briefcase, opening and closing the latches until Edith covered them with her hand. Sit down, Sylvie, honey. Take a deep breath, look around your office, and remember all the work it took you to get here. I’ll go bring you some coffee. When Edith returned bearing Sylvia’s morning java, she found her staring out the window at the ant people rushing around on the sidewalk as they tried to avoid the downpour.

      You’re probably thinking I’m crazy, Edie, but I’m not. I’m just… Sylvia paused. Why was she searching for the correct words? She knew how she felt…damned good!

      Happy?

      No, it’s much deeper than that. Freddie’s support makes me feel strangely contented. I feel as though I have everything I need at my fingertips or within my reach. I haven’t felt in control of my life in such a long time. Why didn’t you tell me loving someone felt this great?

      Edith groaned. Trust me, I tried. You weren’t ready to listen. Your woman appeared at the right time with the right stuff. I’m just glad she was so determined to keep trying to win your heart until she finally did.

      Sylvia chuckled. She is my woman, isn’t she? Fredericka Hicks is my Boo. She’s my lover, my woman, my soulmate, my domestic partner…my… I don’t know. What did I leave out?

      I think she’s your perfect match. She may be your lifetime companion as well.

      How about my wife? She could be my wife too.

      Edith frowned. Sylvia, don’t play around with a word like that unless you mean it. I like Freddie Hicks. She’s a serious woman. Don’t even suggest marriage unless she does first. Edith studied her best friend’s ecstatic face, then grabbed her left hand to eye her empty ring finger. She tapped it. It’s too soon, don’t you think?

      Sylvia pulled her hand away, then returned Edith’s serious look. I thought I might ask her to marry me. What do you think?

      I think you should give your relationship a chance to grow some more. It’s been what… three months?

      Sylvia groaned. Try five. It’s been five, nearly six months since she and I first met.

      Edith knew exactly how long it had been. She’d been waiting for Attorney Danielle Turner to call her again. They’d had fun that night months ago, but Danielle didn’t call her for another date. She wondered why. She thought she and Danielle Turner had made a connection, but apparently, they hadn’t. By the end of the second week, she’d written it off as just one of those things. In the scheme of things, waiting a little longer wouldn’t hurt anything, would it?

      Sylvia exhaled. If I show you something, promise me you won’t say a word to Lynette or Barry until I say so.

      Edith’s eyes widened when Sylvia unlocked a drawer in her desk and pulled out a small leather box that fit in her palm. She opened it and pulled out a plain platinum band with delicate tiny heart etchings on it and a diamond embedded in the center. Inside the band said, With all my heart, Sylvia.

      My God, it’s so wonderfully simple. You are serious about her, aren’t you? Edith remarked, returning the ring to Sylvia. It reminds me of her. I think she’ll love it. When are you going to propose?

      Sylvia chuckled. I thought you said I should wait. Make up your mind.

      Edith stared at her friend, reading the excitement and happiness in her face. She reached out to squeeze Sylvia’s hand. Do what you planned to do, Honey. You have my complete support.

      Why the sudden change of heart?

      Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’ll see what I just saw… a happy woman looking forward to tomorrow. Edith grinned. You haven’t been this at peace and forward-looking in years. My gut says Freddie Hicks has a great deal to do with that. As that song says, put a ring on it.

      Sylvia giggled at the reference, then shook her bottom and snapped her fingers. I plan to do exactly that this weekend.

      Edith chuckled, then joined in the dance, bumping backsides with Sylvia as they clapped and danced to the music in their heads.

      Edith Mack struggled to unlock the door to her one-bedroom apartment. She juggled an armload of mail and magazines under her left arm, and a bag of groceries and the handbag she’d slung over a shoulder on her right side. She groaned when her house phone rang. She didn’t care how old-fashioned it was. She still believed in landlines, cell phones with large, readable numbers, and no smartphones. She had no problem with electronic media in the digital age. She just didn’t like the idea that a palm-size thing…an electronic thing no less…could ever be smarter than she was or that she should treat it as if it was a best buddy.

      She finally got the door unlocked, then walked quickly over to the end table to dump her load of mail and magazines on it. The table wasn’t large enough to hold mail, magazines, and a bag of groceries, nor was it meant to hold her stuff. She always feared she’d fill every empty space in her cozy one bedroom with stuff just like her mother had done when she was growing up. It hadn’t happened yet, but she still guarded against the day that it might.

      She set the groceries on the ground. Of course, Big Nosy strolled over to the bag to look inside. When he couldn’t see anything, he gave the bag a nudge with his nose and knocked it over so he could sort through the groceries. He found a toy at the bottom, pawing at it until he could pull it out. She smiled as she picked up the phone. So you couldn’t even say hello to me, but you found the toy at the bottom, huh.

      Danielle grinned. "Okay. I’ll say hello if you tell me what the toy at the bottom looks like. Did you mean at the bottom or for the bottom?"

      Edith chuckled. Hello to you too, Dannielle Turner!

      Hi, Edie. Danielle paced around her tiny office. She played with the silver dollar in her hand, bouncing it up and down in her palm. Then she wound it through her fingers until she reached the end of her little finger. She started the process all over again, but in reverse this time, with her little finger flexing the coin to the next finger and on until she reached her thumb. I thought I might see you in the cafeteria today.

      Edith counted to ten before she answered. She didn’t want to appear too excited by Danielle Turner’s call or the fact that she wanted to share lunch with her. I see. Well, I wasn’t there.

      Danielle nodded, then realized Edith couldn’t see her. Yes, I know you weren’t. She stopped playing with the coin to flip it in the air. She caught it in midair, slamming it down on her desk. She cleared her throat, then ran a finger around the collar of the business shirt she wore. I realize I may be making assumptions here, but I thought since we got along so well that night, we might share lunch sometime.

      I see.

      Yes, well, I won’t keep you. I have some work to do. You know, contracts to analyze, review, and sign. My unit creates them too. We have to go over them with the unit heads to see they make sense. It’s the type of work that keeps a woman like me on her toes. We have to be familiar with the laws; you know, state and city—then there’s the Feds too. Lots of close reading work, not so much complicated as just using logical, linear thinking. Danielle cleared her throat. Why was she talking so much about work when she wanted to ask Edith how she thought their evening together went? I guess I should be going. I mean, hanging up. I should be hanging up now. She sighed and sat down at her desk. I don’t want to go. I enjoyed our conversation that night.

      And what, it took nearly six months to tell me? Surely I’m not that difficult to find.

      Danielle groaned. No, you’re not. I got… She paused. I guess you could say I got busy with life.

      Hmm, I see, said the blind woman. Busy with life, huh. That’s a good one. Remind me to use it the next time I disappear on you.

      Danielle grinned. She suddenly felt better when she heard the humor and the interest in Edie’s words. How long were you going to let me dangle before you asked me out?

      I’m supposed to ask you, huh? Edith chuckled at her outrageous suggestion. I’m putting you on speaker so I can play with my cat while we talk. She pressed the speaker button and then picked up Big Nosy.

      Danielle heard rustling. You probably said it before, but I forgot. What’s your cat’s name?

      Big Nosy. Danielle’s chuckle was deep and throaty, just what Edith liked to hear. She started to create images in her head about the woman with the husky voice and shy manners. So you believe it’s my turn to ask you out even though I fixed us dinner here the last time?

      Danielle smiled. As I recall, I bought us takeout from Len Fong’s. You supplied the plates and the intelligent conversation. I brought the food and my listening ears.

      Edith nodded. Ah, so you did. She liked how the woman expressed herself.

      That toy you spoke of, was it for the cat?

      Maybe it was or maybe it wasn’t.

      Danielle groaned softly, imagining the toys they might use together. Does this mean you know about toys for humans … female humans?

      I don’t know what it means. What do you think it means?

      I think I don’t know, but I think I’d like to find out, Edith Mack.

      Do you like to do or do you like to get done?

      Both.

      Edith chuckled. I believe I could learn to like how you think.

      Could you now?

      Yes, I could. Would you like to go out to eat this time?

      Where and when?

      Whew! Counselor, that was quick. You answered that one mighty fast. Do you do everything so fast? Edith knew she didn’t do fast since she hadn’t heard from her for months. But she decided to be humorous when she really wanted to know why Danielle Turner hadn’t called her in months.

      Dear God, I hope not, Edie. I’m from the South. We like slow and steady, which gets a woman there just as well as fast and erratic does. Danielle stopped speaking to consider what

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