In a world where little girls grow up believing in their prince charming and find
none exist.
A continuation of Debra J Stiles first book “He Called Her Mister” This is,
“The Final Chapter”

The year 2002 couldn’t get gone fast enough. Those memories were tucked away now between the pages of a book and all Sarah wanted to do was forget.
“I guess my year 2000 Y 2k glitch is still following close behind.” Sarah laughed, as she thought about a review written on her book “He called Her Mister.”
Puerto Rico, the cruise, Sam and Sarah’s wedding in St Thomas; it all should have been the thrill of a life time. Sarah thought about the island and the ceremony at Megan’s Bay. It could have been the perfect ending to a fairy tale but instead it became the nightmare without end.
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excerpt from "The Final Chapter"

Thanksgiving 2004

“The Sam I once knew is gone” Sarah thought as she gazed around her big beautiful family room. She thought about the day and their thanks giving dinner.
Their first Thanks Giving seemed like centuries ago. So many things took place that had never been fixed. So much trust and faith lost. What was it all worth?
Sarah had seen all three of Sam’s personalities, she never new which he would be next. “I react to them all the same. Maybe that is why it seems there is no hope. But I am so afraid of which will come next. I can’t take that chance and be fooled again.” It was a no win situation and Sarah knew.
She grieved the loss, but almost all the strings were severed. Her heart didn’t hurt so badly any more.
“Sometimes I look at Sam and a strong feeling of empathy over whelms me. I just want to run and hug his neck and sooth his worries, sometimes I do.” Sarah smiled, but sometimes she was repulsed.
Sarah sighed as she waved good-bye to her dinner guest. They looked like the Clampets with Mamaw’s wheelchair tied to the top of Renee’s SUV.
Dinner was still on the table. Renee’ had covered it with a cloth for supper later but the evening got a way as Mamaw watched while Renee’, Morgan and Sarah decorated the nine foot tree that Sam had bought for them. Ashton blew leaves in the yard while Sam hung his Christmas lights around the roof of the house. It had been a busy wonderful day.
“Do I want something to eat?” Sarah contemplated as she looked at the heap of food that was calling her name from under the cloth. She thought of her weight and decided different.
Sam entered the kitchen in his usual bold manner. “Clear this table. Put this food away. It should have been put away a long time ago.” He stated in his normal pushy tone.
“Why don’t we eat it instead” Sarah replied as she headed back toward the table.
“What is wrong with me clearing the table?” Sam responded as he opened the dishwasher. “You always want to fight against me don’t you Sarah. Why do you do that when I do everything for you? I do for your family and I do every thing for you! I never get anything in return.”
“You need to hush Sam Swanson. You have never done any thing for me or my family for that matter that you have never thrown in my face. And as usual there you go again saying things that are uncalled for. So just tell me what does my family have to do with us putting the food away or eating it?” Sarah never waited for an answer as she turned and left the kitchen.
Exhausted from the day she changed into her pajamas, turned on the TV and climbed into bed. “If he wants the dishes cleaned up he can do it him self. Good ideal” Sarah thought as she fell asleep.
Sam was up at five thirty, Blue was snuggled up against Sarah’s chest.
“Are you hungry” She ask her three furry friends as they followed her on their usual routine, first the bathroom and then to the kitchen.
Sam was on his computer as usual. Sarah feed the cats, made her coffee and retreated to the family room where the lights were dimmer. The Christmas tree lights gave off just enough glow. It felt so good to just sit in the peace and calm of the early morning.
Sam had gone back to bed but Sarah stayed and watched the sun come up over the lake.
“I am going to get gas. Get this house cleaned up” Sam ordered as he emerged fully dress from the bedroom. “I need to go get gas and 2-cycle oil. Do you need any thing?”
“No” Sarah nodded “How long are you going to be gone?” she added curious as to his nice attire.
“I’m going to get gas and something to eat at McDonalds. Why do you ask? It makes me wonder if maybe you’re not up to something while I’m gone and need to know when to expect me back.” He replied suspiciously. “I will be back when I get back” he added hatefully as he went out slamming the door behind him.
“My” Sarah chuckled to her self “How does it feel to have the shoe on the other foot?” Sarah had quit worrying about Sam. It was all he always wanted and what he had always said. She had learned how to keep her mouth shut, but it did not shut her mind. It was good to see Sam appear as insecure as he had always made her feel.

to be continued



IF you haven’t read her first book “He Called Her Mister” now is your chance to read and be ready for the dramatic ending in Stiles conclusion,
“The Final Chapter”
After many request for a second book based on her first novel Stiles is steady working.
“The Final Chapter” is due to be released by January 2005.