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The
Maid of Salerno



Vi Zettenvall




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Published by AuthorHouse
02/25/2016
ISBN
978-1-5049-6992-5 (sc)
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978-1-5049-6916-1 (e)
Lib
rary of Congress Control Mother 2015920913
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Contents


Other books by Vi Zetterwall







January







a
nd the



Single Heart



February and the
Single Heart



March and the Single Heart



April and the Single Heart



May and
the Single Heart



June and the Single Heart



July
and the Single Heart



August and the Single Heart



September and the
Single Heart


Oct
ober and the Single Heart



November and the Single Heart



December and the
Single Heart




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The
future is not predestined. The universe is not
undisciplined. The
eve
nts that change history occur because one soul
stood up when all
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others sat down. The seed
of greatness is planted in every human being

at birth. Many fall on
fallow ground and fail to take hold. Some sprout

and stand up when
happenstance and serendipity find them in the
right
place at the right
time. They seize the moment, but often their
deeds are
short-lived. Now
and then one is nurtured slowly over many years.

Through time and hardship,
that seed blooms. It grows straight it

grows firm it grows
strong and a patient universe waits.

A golden hue
bathed her in soothing warm light. The light
surrounded
her, enveloped
her, calmed her very soul.

Somehow she knew she had to make an
important decision, but she

couldn't quite grasp what was being asked of
her. If she could just
unde
rstand, she could make the right choice...

A sharp
pounding tore through her reverie, ripping her
away from the
balmy golden
light and into chilling darkness.

Cassie shot
up, her heart pounding. It hadn't been the
scariest dream,
yet cold
sweat coated her body, trickling down her
temples. The thudding
in
her ears kept her from hearing her grandmother's
voice.
"Ah,
who could that be at this time'a night?"

Nana Rose got up
from her thin mattress on the low lying cot, her

knees cracking, her body
wobbling. Cassie was still too disoriented from

her dream to be of much
help.
Fifteen-y
ear-old Cassie was fully awake now. That dream
again. The
golden light.
What does it all mean? she thought to herself.

The pounding
continued, this time accompanied by shouting. It

sounded serious. Clearly
someone was in trouble.

"Who is it?" Nana Rose stood by the door of
their small hut.
"
Nana Rose, please. You've got to come help. It's
Nancy," a man
pleaded, his
voice frantic, strangled by tears. Cassie
couldn't pinpoint
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who the voice belonged to,
but it didn't matter. Nana Rose had already

picked up her bag and was
pulling on a shawl.

"Hand me my walking stick, girl. We've got to
help."
Shaking
her head to try to clear the muddle from her
mind, Cassie
threw back
her blankets and scrambled up from her modest
bed. She
clutched the
wooden stick her grandmother used to support her
ailing
body. It was old
and polished smooth from years of use.

"C'mon, girl."
Nana Rose grabbed her arm, and they shuffled out
of


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