ONE BOUNCE AWAY FROM CRAZY: #1 Midlife Muddle Sam Cheever

ONE BOUNCE AWAY FROM CRAZY: #1 Midlife Muddle

Author: Sam Cheever
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ONE BOUNCE AWAY FROM CRAZY: #1 Midlife Muddle
Author
Sam Cheever
I always knew my shoe obsession would be the death of me. But I never guessed that murder would be involved. My name is Raelynn Kitt. My friends call me Rae. My ex calls me Kitten, which is only one of the many reasons he’s my ex. But that’s not important. I have a confession to make.I’m Rae, and I’m a shoe-aholic.There are no church basement support groups for my addiction. No first-year chips to mark my progress in kicking my habit. Which wouldn’t matter anyway since I haven’t conquered it.Not even close.In fact, I blame my addiction for the recent chaotic turn of events in my life. Yeah, Karma is a jerk, and she just took a chunk out of my backside. All because I couldn’t walk past that cute little shoe store on the corner of Main and Fetter. That was where a woman popped out of nowhere and died at my feet. Where the last words out of her mouth were to call me a Traveler. Hm.Then there’s Justice. Not a legal concept, but a man who makes my heart stop for good and bad reasons. He thinks I’m a Traveler too. We’re not talking about packing a suitcase to go to the beach type of traveling. Oh no. His kind of traveling involves monsters and visions. I don’t like his kind of traveling. But it’s starting to look like I don’t have a choice in the matter. Am I a Traveler? Dancing goddess in yoga pants, I hope not.

I always knew my shoe obsession would be the death of me. But I never guessed that murder would be involved. 


My name is Raelynn Kitt. My friends call me Rae. My ex calls me Kitten, which is only one of the many reasons he’s my ex. But that’s not important. I have a confession to make.


I’m Rae, and I’m a shoe-aholic.


There are no church basement support groups for my addiction. No first-year chips to mark my progress in kicking my habit. Which wouldn’t matter anyway since I haven’t conquered it.


Not even close.


In fact, I blame my addiction for the recent chaotic turn of events in my life. Yeah, Karma is a jerk, and she just took a chunk out of my backside. All because I couldn’t walk past that cute little shoe store on the corner of Main and Fetter. That was where a woman popped out of nowhere and died at my feet. Where the last words out of her mouth were to call me a Traveler. Hm.


Then there’s Justice. Not a legal concept, but a man who makes my heart stop for good and bad reasons. He thinks I’m a Traveler too. We’re not talking about packing a suitcase to go to the beach type of traveling. Oh no. His kind of traveling involves monsters and visions. I don’t like his kind of traveling. But it’s starting to look like I don’t have a choice in the matter. Am I a Traveler? Dancing goddess in yoga pants, I hope not.

I always knew my shoe obsession would be the death of me. But I never guessed that murder would be involved. 


My name is Raelynn Kitt. My friends call me Rae. My ex calls me Kitten, which is only one of the many reasons he’s my ex. But that’s not important. I have a confession to make.


I’m Rae, and I’m a shoe-aholic.


There are no church basement support groups for my addiction. No first-year chips to mark my progress in kicking my habit. Which wouldn’t matter anyway since I haven’t conquered it.


Not even close.


In fact, I blame my addiction for the recent chaotic turn of events in my life. Yeah, Karma is a jerk, and she just took a chunk out of my backside. All because I couldn’t walk past that cute little shoe store on the corner of Main and Fetter. That was where a woman popped out of nowhere and died at my feet. Where the last words out of her mouth were to call me a Traveler. Hm.


Then there’s Justice. Not a legal concept, but a man who makes my heart stop for good and bad reasons. He thinks I’m a Traveler too. We’re not talking about packing a suitcase to go to the beach type of traveling. Oh no. His kind of traveling involves monsters and visions. I don’t like his kind of traveling. But it’s starting to look like I don’t have a choice in the matter. Am I a Traveler? Dancing goddess in yoga pants, I hope not.