Chapter 9: On Morrison Road and Author
The next morning over a cup of coffee, the rain finally stopped. Jax relaxed in at his computer, reading his emails. One particular email came from Carlton Scarborough, which was very rare to receive since Carlton usually communicated via snail mail. The email was another completed story, which Jax clicked on, opened, settled back with his java, and enjoyed:
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On Morrison Road
By Carlton Scarborough
For Jaxford, you know why
My mother didn’t love me as much as I had wanted her to. I thought her too self-centered, driven by her art career, and someone who should have never had children. Judy, as I was instructed to call her at a very young age, didn’t like the titles Mom, Mother, or Momma, chose other routes of love in her life: her fondnes
