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Worth a Thousand Words
A Rescue Twinks Novel Book Number Two
ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED:
Cherie Noel

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personal computer(s) or device(s). You do not have resell or distribution rights without the prior written permission of
both the publisher and the copyright owner of this book.

This book should not be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred from your computer to another through upload to a file sharing peer to peer program, for free or for a fee, or as a prize in any contest. Such action is illegal everywhere except the land of UtaDamDenial.

It is also a blatantly meanie-butt maneuver.

 

It takes the author’s hard earned ducats (that’s greenbacks to you) right out of their pockets.

 

Just don’t do it.

 

Cover Artist: A.J. Corza Editor: Val L

 

Hughes Worth a Thousand Words © 2012 Cherie Noel

 

ISBN #CN002

Attention Readers: This book uses Ameriglish. English speakers from other countries should consider themselves warned… there will be donuts rather than doughnuts. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be

reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission of the publisher. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. The Licensed Art Material is being used for illustrative purposes only; any person depicted in the Licensed Art Material is a model.

PUBLISHER: Cherie Noel
TRADEMARKS ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

YouTube
Tumblr
Drakkar Noir
Jeep
Penske
FaceBook
Google
Goodwill Industries
iPad
Gay-Straight Alliance
Bedazzle
Hostess Twinkies
Doctor Who
Cujo
Chevy Nova/Chrysler Corporation
Better Homes and Gardens Magazine GMC Jimmy
The Fantastic Four/Marvel Comics

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Additional Acknowledgements:

Special Thanks are owed, for many and various reasons to: Raevyn
Paul Sludd
Carl Carter

Jennifer Saul
Lisa Gerbino
Lynn Mulheron
Jambrea Jo Jones
Tracy Tucker Faul
Taylor V. Donovan
Crouse Hospital Nursing Program
Schine Student Union Dining Hall
Quinetta, Matt, and all the other peeps I worked with at the Schine, half a lifetime ago…
And of course, the incomparable Kidlet who flings Glitter and Flat Puppies (aka Plot Bunnies) around my house on the regular.
You were all necessary to this work.

Dedication
Always and always, every story is for Patric, my Balthazar. This one is also for every soldier who fights arduous battles

to come home only to arrive there carrying invisible and still bleeding wounds…
May you find an Adrien somewhere near to hand in your world; that one person whose heart is big enough to forgive the hurts you pass along when no one sees the wounds you still bleed from, and whose will is strong enough to forge a path to healing your weary feet can follow.

Prologue

Raymond Dieterman stroked his long fingers along the fine grain of the picture frame’s wooden edge. The tall, dark haired, dark eyed man laughing out at him from a narrow wood and glass prison urged him to hurry, hurry, hurry. Turning up the volume on his music player, one, two, three times, he smiled. Rosanne Cash understood. Yes. The soul took blows to be cleansed. She understood perfectly.

Scrutinizing the photograph closely, Raymond searched for the thing which had first brought clarity to him on this issue. Ah, where… there… just at the lower left corner of the picture. A narrow brown boot, just inside the frame of the shot held all the significance if one knew what one looked for. Yes, yes, yes. There. Three gouges along the edge of the sole. They were put there by shrapnel from a land mine. The boot was a size fourteen narrow. Raymond should know. They were his boots, and he’d been saved from death by the laughing god in the frame. The laughing god belonged to Raymond, and Raymond alone.

Yes, yes, yes.
“Raymond, dear, are you coming to dinner?” His mother’s voice quavered a little. She stood on the other side of his bedroom door, surrounded by shockingly bright lights and the sickly smell of overcooked foods. Raymond should know. He’d opened the door twice since he’d been sent home from the war. Both times the harsh florescent lights of the hallway stabbed into his eyes. The first time mama had been baking fish. The heavy scent lingered, and in the end, Raymond had been forced to bleach the entire kitchen so that he could sleep. He swallowed down the hot sourness in this throat just thinking of the lingering fish smell brought on. He rocked forward in his seat, then back, one, two, three.

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