“Sol sneered. “The Unabomber was a mathematician.” “What Ted Kaczynski did can barely be called math,” David said. “Boundary conditions! Totally irrelevant.” “He had a PhD.” “From the University of Michigan. I don’t know if that even counts. And don’t think I don’t know that it was his brother who turned him in.” Sol looked at him closely. “Whose name was David. That’s your name, right?” “I would never turn you in.” Sol shrugged. “Of course not,” he said and drove on.” SufferingFearDarkScaredThriller21st CenturyIntrigueFast PacedThriller NovelsInvestigate Book:Segment of One Source: Segment of One
“David watched Sol finish the can of beans. Sol always ate fast. He overate. Since he was eight. Sol leaned back in the wooden chair against the wall, under the window. Baby brother. Sol could have been anything he wanted to be. Nothing mathematical, nothing quantitative, of course, but anything else. A beautiful boy, a wonderful brother, they got along well. Then when Sol turned eight years old, age of a new beginning, their mother obsessed over him, ignoring David. Obsessed over Sol and his underwear. Over and over, a regeneration, a newness. Changed his clothes constantly, had him on her lap every minute possible. She put him in bed and tucked the covers in every night. She refused to let their father do it, so he always took care of David. But, of course, David needed no help and Sol always needed Ruth to take care of him. Sol was still being breast fed even when he finally went to kindergarten. Then Ruth slowly increased regular, solid food. But before bed, Sol had a nightcap, mother’s milk. Their special time. Their unique closeness took a turn from breastfeeding to something else. By the time Sol was in third grade, he was one of the fattest kids in class. Then the brothers became a real team. Now here he was. David and Sol still together, on a mission given by the Creator. It was perfect.” SufferingDarkFictionMysteryThriller21st CenturyIntrigueFast PacedThriller Novels Book:Segment of One Source: Segment of One
“Yeah,” Fred said and turned to the skinny teenager waiting on him. “Give me two bear crawlers and two chocolate eclairs.” “I thought Mimi made you promise no donuts.” Fred looked surprised. “This is not a donut, it’s a bear crawler. And this is not a donut, it’s an eclair.” I rolled my eyes.” ActionFictionDramaIntrigueSuspense ThrillerThriller NovelsMystery ThrillerFavoritesAction Thriller Fiction Book:Segment of One Source: Segment of One
“I got in my car and started it up and sighed. The radio station was about to do some Bartok crap and I couldn’t stand that atonal stuff, so I flipped it off. I’d rather head back to my place in silence.” ActionFictionDramaIntrigueSuspense ThrillerThriller NovelsMystery ThrillerFavoritesAction Thriller Fiction Book:Segment of One Source: Segment of One
“Holly rolled out of bed and took off her purple and pink pajamas. Jeez, how babyish they were. For Christmas, she’d ask for something more grown-up. Not a leather teddy, but something more grown-up. She was not sure what a leather teddy was, but she heard girls talking in gym class and would have to Google it.” ActionFictionDramaIntrigueSuspense ThrillerThriller NovelsMystery ThrillerFavoritesAction Thriller Fiction Book:Segment of One Source: Segment of One
“Holly screwed up her nose, like she always did when concentrating, which was all the time. My granddaughter was heading for a nose job.” ActionFictionDramaIntrigueSuspense ThrillerThriller NovelsMystery ThrillerFavoritesAction Thriller Fiction Book:Segment of One Source: Segment of One