Today, I gave a copy of THE EIGHT-FOOT BOY to the man ( and to his wife ) who worked a miracle on my giant yard. The man and his son trimmed my hedges, cut down trees, trimmed tree limbs, mowed grass, carted away stuff, etc. There is still a bit more to do, but I am thrilled with what’s been accomplished so far.
Yes, he charged me a considerable amount of money, but…
I gave him THE EIGHT-FOOT BOY because his wife “loves to read” and as a nurse, she used to “do heart surgery.”
Here’s trusting they’ll enjoy my novel.