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WISHES FOR CHRISTMAS
Fern Michaels
Releasing Oct 27th, 2015
Kensington Books
New
York Times bestselling author Fern Michaels brings together the beloved
heroines from two celebrated series—the Sisterhood and the Godmothers—for a
holiday to remember…
This Christmas, instead of finding
and punishing bad guys, all Maggie Spritzer wants is to bring a little more joy
to the world—especially to a beloved teacher from her past. And as the
Sisterhood unites to find her, they learn that no holiday treat is as
fulfilling as giving to others…
Meanwhile, with a little help from
the other Godmothers, Toots Loudenberry is preparing for Charleston’s annual
holiday showcase of historic homes. But when the Godmothers sense trouble with
one of the decorators, they must tackle a mystery and hope for a happy ending…
When Sisters and Godmothers unite,
the result is a warm and wonderful holiday—with a special touch of magic…
This year, for some reason, I want .
. . no, I need to make the angels sing. I want to hear them
sing. Does that make sense?” Maggie asked fretfully.
“Of
course it makes sense. I think it’s a wonderful idea. Count me in,” Annie said.
“Now, you know if you include the boys, the fund would grow substantially
higher,” she said slyly. The others agreed as they all started to eat.
“Not
so fast,” Myra said. “Dear,” she said, addressing Maggie, “did you forget we
have an organization that Abner is in charge of that donates yearly, very
generously and very heavily, during the holidays? Any new charity or person is
always welcome. I thought we all had agreed to that. Last year alone, we
donated—anonymously, of course—over one billion dollars, which we confiscated
from that monster, Angus Spyder. So, I’m not quite sure what it is you want us
to contribute to, and while I have no problem with that at all, I guess I just
don’t understand the end result here.”
The
women stopped eating long enough to stare at Maggie, waiting to see how she
would respond.
“I
guess I didn’t fully explain, because I’m not clear in my own mind. Sometimes
late at night, when I can’t sleep, I think about my life, my childhood, my
family and wonder, as I think most people wonder, if I could do things over,
what would I do differently? Is there some wrong in my past life that I never
made right, for whatever reason? Just think about that for a minute. I have an
instance, and I’ve never forgotten it. I don’t know if money can or will right
that situation, but I want to look into it and try. It’s not the same as what
Abner is doing with Spyder’s money and all those other people’s money we helped
ourselves to. This is personal. That’s the best way I can explain it to you all. Does it
make more sense now?”
“Well,
yes, dear, it certainly does,” Myra said. “I think you might be on to
something. Let’s run this up the flagpole. Now that I understand where you’re
going with this, I think we should include the boys in this.”
“I
agree,” Isabelle said. The others were quick to agree.
“We
can’t call them now. It’s too late,” Yoko said. “They’ll be miffed that they
weren’t included in this luncheon.”
“Then
we’ll do a repeat tomorrow at my house,” Nikki said. “That’s when we’ll run it
up the flagpole, and they’ll never know this was a rehearsal for tomorrow. How
about that for sneaky? Do you all agree?”
“What
are you going to serve?” Kathryn asked, her mind jumping ahead to the menu.
“How
about a little of everything that is takeout?” Nikki laughed.
“Works for me.” Alexis giggled. Not
surprisingly, it worked for everyone.
“So,
let’s get to the dessert, Maggie,” Annie said.
The
women talked nonstop as they devoured the peach cobbler, the main topic being
that memories, for the most part, were a wonderful thing, be they sad or happy.
“How
much money are we talking about?” Yoko asked. “The reason I ask is that Harry
and I are going to China next month, and that always puts a big dent in our
budget.”
“It doesn’t matter how much, Yoko. If it’s
fifty dollars, that’s fine. If it’s two hundred fifty thousand dollars, that’s
fine, too. The point is it has to be our own personal money, whatever we can
afford. Gus’s insurance money is just the cherry on top. I’ll be putting my own
money in, too. It will all go into one fund, and then, when we’re ready to
distribute it to whoever needs it, we’ll vote on it. I think that’s fair. If
you all want to keep your amounts secret, that’s okay, too. We should vote on
that tomorrow. In the end, it might not even come down to money. Maybe there is
someone out there from our past who needs something other than money. Something
we can provide for them that no one else can. That kind of thing.”
“I
think this is a wonderful idea,” Myra said. “I can’t wait for tomorrow. Thank
you so much, Maggie, for bringing this up. Sometimes I think we forget that
it’s better to give than to receive. Oh, this is going to be such a wonderful
Christmas. The true meaning of it. Truly, truly.”
Annie
swiped at her eyes. “Myra’s right. This is just what we all need. We’ve been
getting complacent. I agree with Myra. I can’t wait till tomorrow.”
Twelve
minutes later, right on schedule, Maggie’s kitchen and dining room were back to
normal, with just the autumn centerpiece in the middle of the table. A second
round of fresh coffee was served as the girls talked nonstop about what was
going to transpire the following day.
“It’s
going to take a lot of research to track down people from our past,” Isabelle
said.
“And
who better to do that than our four in- trepid reporters, meaning Ted, Dennis,
Maggie, and Espinosa?” Nikki chortled.
“We
need a name for this project,” Alexis said.
The
group threw out names and titles, but it was Yoko who came up with the one they
finally agreed to. Bright Star.
The
Sisters all clapped, making their newest project official.
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FERN MICHAELS is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling
author of the Sisterhood and Godmothers series, and dozens of other novels and
novellas. There are over seventy-five million copies of her books in print.
Fern Michaels has built and funded several large day-care centers in her
hometown, and is a passionate animal lover who has outfitted police dogs across
the country with special bulletproof vests. She shares her home in South
Carolina with her four dogs and a resident ghost named Mary Margaret. Visit her
website at www.fernmichaels.com
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