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by Chelsea Rotunno




  Goodnight to My Thoughts of You

  Chelsea Rotunno

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  Goodnight to My Thoughts of You

  Chelsea Rotunno

  Copyright © 2014 by Chelsea Rotunno

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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  Goodnight to My Thoughts of You/ Chelsea Rotunno. -- 1st ed.

  ISBN 978-0-9916323-0-5

  Contents

  Part One

  Chapter 1 – Postcard

  Chapter 2 – Mexico

  Chapter 3 – Siesta

  Chapter 4 – Good Friday

  Chapter 5 – The Grove

  Chapter 6 – The Pier

  Chapter 7 – The Park

  Chapter 8 – Goodbye

  Chapter 9 – Poems, Letters, and Prom

  Chapter 10 – Graduation

  Chapter 11 – Crushed

  Chapter 12 – Wyatt

  Chapter 13 – Houseboats

  Chapter 14 – I Made Her

  Chapter 15 – Good Enough

  Chapter 16 – University

  Chapter 17 – Bad Haircut

  Chapter 18 – Obsessed

  Chapter 19 – Broken

  Chapter 20 – Training

  Chapter 21 – Therapy

  Chapter 22 – Bryson

  Chapter 23 – Morgan

  Part Two

  Chapter 24 – Faulkner

  Chapter 25 – Not a Date

  Chapter 26 – New Year’s Eve

  Chapter 27 – True Love

  Chapter 28 – Goodnight

  Chapter 29 – Surprise

  Chapter 30 – Running Away

  Chapter 31 – So I’m American

  Chapter 32 – Funeral

  Chapter 33 – Vancouver

  Chapter 34 – Where Are You Now?

  Chapter 35 – Special Delivery

  Chapter 36 – Sunset

  Excerpt from Heavenly Here With You

  Discussion Questions

  to accompany Goodnight to My Thoughts of You

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 1-3

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 4-6

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 7-9

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 10-12

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 13-15

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 16-18

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 19-21

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 22-24

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 25-27

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 28-30

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 31-33

  Discussion Questions – Chapters 34-36

  Follow-Up Questions

  About the Author

  For Rebecca

  And All My ISI Girls

  With Love

 

  The Lord is near to the brokenhearted, and saves the crushed in spirit.

  ―PSALM 34:18 (NRSV)

  Part One

  Last week I exited the freeway in my white minivan just as he entered the freeway in his black Porsche. We looked at each other for a second, nodded, and went forward with our lives. That was when it all came rushing back to me—longing, confusion, soul-ache.

  I could still feel the impression of his hand on my lower back when he said hello after church. I could still see his handsome face across the blanket at the park as he asked me how quickly I could finish college. I could still hear his gentle, raspy voice during a late phone call on a school night, asking me when he could see me again.

  “Oh my gosh, that was Paul, that was Paul!” I shouted to my husband, turning in my seat so I could watch his Porsche disappear behind us. My husband looked at me with wide eyes.

  “Sheesh, what was that about?” he asked.

  “Who is Paul, Mom?” my daughter asked.

  I kept driving.

 

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