A CHANCE AT THE MOON - FIRST CHAPTER - LINDA LEE GREENE'S NEW NOVEL

TITLE: A CHANCE AT THE MOON

AUTHOR: LINDA LEE GREENE

GENRE: ROMANTIC THRILLER

PURCHASE LINK: 

https://www.amazon.com/CHANCE-AT-MOON-Betrayal-Murder-ebook/dp/B07Z44YN9X/

One

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olumbus, Ohio, October 7, 2002—The broad tree-lined avenues leading to the courthouse in the heart of downtown Columbus were crammed bumper-to-bumper with cars of spectators blowing their horns and thrusting middle fingers at one another through open windows. Traffic cops were busy maintaining order. The trial of the person charged the year before with the fatal shooting of one of the city’s most prominent citizens, businesswoman and philanthropist Inez Montoyo, was the enticement for the swarm. Ms. Montoyo’s daughter, acclaimed Broadway and Hollywood actress Olivia Montoyo Simms, was to give her testimony on this the opening day of the proceedings, and was the prime quarry the C’bus citizens had in their sites. It was the job of Nicholas Plato and his twin brother Tobias to shield her from the throng. As the watch on his wrist marked off minutes perilously close to the slated time of the commencement of the trial, Nicholas was growing concerned about whether or not the driver of their limousine would get them to the courthouse on time.

The judge thwacked her gavel on the little pad on her desktop and opened the trial officially. “Crack, crack, crack,” like gunshots the sound brought the room to attention, and Olivia jerked in the chair beside Nicholas. Just like Judge Judy on TV, Nicholas thought to himself, and then he gathered Olivia’s pale cold hands in his large palm and felt her settle into his reassuring touch. He had been worried about the skills of the limousine driver needlessly, as it turned out. The man had pulled some maneuvers that could have won him a spot as a stunt driver with a Hollywood movie studio, and had delivered them to the designated entrance of the building with time to spare. At that point, Nicholas and Tobias had worked for Olivia as her personal bodyguards for more than a year, duties that required their presence 24 hours a day, under her roof, and at her beck and call. The brothers occupied a separate wing of her home in a posh suburb of Las Vegas, a sprawling ranch she had purchased a few weeks after the death of her mother on July 13, 2001. Later that same year, she had sold her flat in Manhattan and her home in Los Angeles. She appeared content to set roots in Las Vegas, leaving behind her acting career, it seemed, as well.

Having to be practically nose-to-nose with the assassin for the first time since the murder, and reliving its retched details in the courtroom testimonies, of course proved worse for Olivia than the awful anticipation of it had been. It was an age-old story of an aggrieved employee taking revenge on his employer. A guilty verdict was brought in late that afternoon. Olivia elected to return to Las Vegas that same evening rather than staying in town and visiting with relatives and friends, some of whom had positioned themselves among the courtroom spectators and had exchanged glances and nods with her throughout the long day. A shaken Olivia and her solicitous bodyguards boarded the private jet one of her wealthy cronies had provided for their roundtrip flight, and departed Columbus as nightfall swallowed the horizon. Upon takeoff, she lowered the shade on the jet’s window that gave view below of the tight cluster of buildings and streets alight with the late hour, and wished never to be called back to her hometown again. She put the thought of Columbus and the trial out of her mind, and wondered if “Nicky” and “Toby,” as she called her bodyguards, would be up for a late-night jaunt to one of the casinos upon their arrival in Las Vegas. She pulled the vial of pain pills from her handbag, shook two of them into her palm, and popped them into her mouth—no chaser required. His tired grunt preceding his movements, Tobias pushed out of the seat next to hers, found a bottle of water in the jet’s galley kitchen, and delivered it to Olivia, its top twisted open. “Thanks,” she said, and then took a delicate sip. Cupping her hands over her aching belly, she laid her head back and closed her eyes.   

All through the following months, the tragedy cloyed with little letup in Olivia’s psyche. As July 13, 2003, the second anniversary of her mother’s death, drew near, Olivia’s body had long been displaying undeniable indicators of her soul’s reckoning with her, most notably in chronic abdominal distress and changes to the left side of her lovely face, in a drawn corner of her mouth, a sleepy eye, a narrowed nostril, features faintly askew as if she had recovered imperfectly from a slight stroke. Oddly, rather than detracting from her beauty, the imbalance in her face rendered her beguiling in a way different than before, fascinating in the way a freeway pile-up transfixes onlookers, both of them having death, or at least, mayhem in common. There was more to it than that, however. Loss was plain to see in her face, as was guilt from time to time—yes, guilt, because a determined vein of speculation threaded through the population as to whether or not she had had a hand in shaping her mother’s death, with or without intention. The investigation of the case had revealed that Olivia and her mother had been estranged from each other for several years, only to have reached a truce in the months prior to the murder. A sidebar to the situation was the fact that the murderer had been Olivia’s lover when she was only sixteen, a relationship to which her mother had put a stop. While Olivia had managed to put it behind her and move on with her life, the boyfriend had not done so, it seemed clear. That he had stayed on as an employee of Madam Montoyo’s after the fact unleashed rampant conjecture regarding the meaning behind it. Subsequent to the murder, the issue pricked Olivia like a thorn in her conscience now and then, but usually languished there, unexamined, and therefore, unresolved, as indeed it remained an unanswered tidbit among followers of the case.

In the face of all that had transpired, the essential life lessons the tragedy had to teach Olivia seemed to have failed to penetrate her conscious mind, at least in the aspect of amending her behavior, apparent in a stubborn ignorance or defiance unmistakable in the backward thrust of her shoulders, the high tilt of her chin, and her nightly pursuit of Las Vegas distractions. There was no hint that her best self would win in the end, due in no small way to her reliable attraction to risk-taking. Her youth and her penchant for recklessness had paid off big time in the past, markedly in her determined, meteoric rise in the film industry while still a teenager, but with the murder and its consequences, life had placed heavy odds against her.

The stakes notwithstanding, it had to be played out. It had already begun—something had been building in the atmosphere, something of moment, some extraordinary event about to be set in motion—some deciding factor. Like air pressure rising, clouds banking, seas roiling in advance of a menacing storm, it churned around Olivia. Nicholas understood that it had long been decided that he and Tobias would play supporting roles to her central one in the coming affair. In wary expectation, Nicholas waited in the wings for the remaining actors to appear.

Lights!      Camera!       Action!

A WORLD WAR II ARMY RECRUIT

By Linda Lee Greene, Author & Artist.



US Army rookie, Pvt. Marlin “Bob” Gaffin, in early December, 1941 is based at Ft. Thomas, Kentucky Recruitment Center. The weekend following Japan’s attack on Pearl Harbor, by way of a day pass, Bob travels a distance of less than four miles by bus to Cincinnati, Ohio to spend time with his boyhood friend, Bill Greene and his cousin, Ralph Dixon, both of whom are living and working in Cincinnati. On their first day together, they take in a movie in downtown Cincinnati. Bob notes in a letter to his mother that the price of admission for both Bill and Ralph was 40ȼ. Because he is a soldier, Bob got in for 20ȼ. He asserts in the letter that the show was a high-priced one!

            The news Bob omits from his letter is the fact that Bill had returned to Ft. Thomas with Bob for the purpose of enlisting, just as droves of young boys are doing across the nation. Bob withholds the news out of respect for Bill’s parents, whom might not have learned as yet of their son’s enlistment. Bill is eventually sent to Ft. Benjamin Harrison, Indiana for induction into the Army.    

            A major concern of Bob and his fellow recruits is their next destination. Bob is hoping to go to a warmer climate for his military training, to Virginia specifically. And as he watches his compatriots spattered to training camps across the country—to Texas, Missouri, Virginia and elsewhere, Bob learns that he will go to Ft. Knox, Kentucky, only about 240 miles away from his current location. Those early days of waiting at Ft. Thomas comprise time spent in nothing more demanding than keeping spic and span…No dirt in the Army…We haven’t done anything outside of scrubbing the floor and ourselves, he adds in his letter.

Apart from cleaning duties, Bob is disappointed that field drills are kept to a minimum. He dislikes lying around and waiting for assignment. Soon, field drills commence with a vengeance—sloshing in boot-sucking and foot-dragging mud, as rain is a consistent menace. That his body is a veritable pincushion for inoculations and vaccinations also annoys him, but like all things with stoic Bob Gaffin, he takes it in stride. 

            Bobbie Mendenhall and Woodrow Hoop, two of Bob’s homeboys, are in barracks with him at Ft. Thomas. Like towns everywhere, Peebles, Ohio, their tiny hometown, is quickly emptying of its brightest and best young men. Farm-boys, Bobbie, Woodrow, and Bob, all of whom have handled hunting guns since young boyhood, spend much of their time acquainting themselves with guns the likes of which they have never seen: 30-caliber, water-cooled, machine guns that shoot 380 bullets a minute; .45 automatic pistols; rifles, and as time goes by, 50-caliber machine guns. Bob predicts he will end up driving a truck or a half-track, stateside, he tells himself, for it is yet to sink into his consciousness that he will be shipped overseas. His is an unconscious look into his future, for indeed he will man a half-track, but on the battlefields of North Africa in the next year, followed by Italy and Europe ‘til war’s end.

            We are being issued the strictest of orders, to be ready to leave here for camp anytime. Maybe a week or in the next 10 minutes. All furloughs have been canceled until further orders. All reserves discharged were ordered to report to their draft boards at once, Bob explains in his letter to his mother. Ever the optimist, Bob states in a letter to his sister, Roma, I’ll save some Dinero (if I can) and then maybe I can come home. I can get a round trip ticket from here to Peebles and back for about $6.50. That’s awful reasonable. But the boys had to have $20 a piece for maintenance, they said. Of course that was just an old army gag to keep the whole company from wanting furloughs at the same time. You know 20’s are scarce in the army. But the Sergeant told me if I wanted a pass later on to get me a ticket to home and then to borrow a 20 from someone for a minute to show the Lieutenant, and I could get by. Ha. Ha. Tell everyone I said thanks for all the nice Christmas cards and presents…Well sis write and tell me the news, and I’ll do my best to come home before I leave for (God knows where) and tell everyone to write. Kiss Dot for me, will you? Bob’s letters to his worried mother, siblings, and his girlfriend, Dorothy “Dot” reliably end with I’ll be seeing you all, and tell everyone I said hello, and keep your chin up!©



The above is based on a true story and details of actual letters.



Image: Bob Gaffin 



Recommended Reading: GUARDIANS AND OTHER ANGELS by Linda Lee Greene, a work of historical fiction chronicling the lives of the Gaffin and Greene families spanning much of the twentieth century. 

           

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1941: THE WORLD WAR II YEAR OF INFAMY

By Linda Lee Greene, Author & Artist.



Like nothing had done to that point, Nazi Germany’s occupation of Paris on June 18, 1940 and Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s (FDR) nomination to an unprecedented third term as President of the United States the following month, alerted the American people to the threats to their nation posed by Europe’s Second World War. While during his first two terms as president, FDR had used his pulpit to educate the public about those perils, sentiment consistently weighed heavily toward non-intervention in the war. The summer of 1940 saw a shifting in the attitude, one toward building up the nation’s defenses, which resulted in an eventual outpouring of material aid from America to the Allied countries, shoring up America’s military forces, and instituting the nation’s first peacetime draft in its history.

Having gone into effect in September, the Selective Service Act of 1940 placed all men between the ages of 21 and 35 eligible for one year of military service. Marlin Landon “Bob” Gaffin, having turned 21 on January 20, 1941, and the president’s swearing into office for his third term on the same day, the lives of both men thereafter are to be defined primarily by their involvement in World War II.

            Following his nomination for his third term, FDR explained his motivation for defying the country’s traditional policy of two-term presidencies. He stated that he had suffered many sleepless nights over his own right to refuse the call to duty when the young men and women of his country were facing the call to serve. He said, “Like most men of my age, I had made plans for myself, plans for a private life of my own choice and for my own satisfaction…These plans, like so many other plans, had been made in a world which now seems as distant as another planet. Today all private plans, all private lives, have been in a sense repealed by an overriding public danger. In the face of that public danger all those who can be of service to the Republic have no choice but to offer themselves for service in those capacities for which they may be fitted. Those, my friends, are the reasons why I had to admit to myself, and now to state to you, that my conscience will not let me turn my back upon a call to service.”^[1] 

            The summer of 1941 also saw the opportunity of a new kind of personal life for Bob embodied in the alluring Dorothy Boldman of Cedar Fork, Ohio, a particular private life, like the president’s, that by year’s end will be held delicately in the balance while America’s foreign affairs unfold. Meanwhile, Bob ventures no more than thirty miles southwest of the farm of his parents in search of employment that he is confident will set the pattern for the home-life for which he hopes with Dorothy. In an illustration of Bob’s plucky nature, Bob writes to his mother from Blanchester, Ohio where he has found a job: …We sure had a time coming up here. We done all right till we got on the other side of Fayetteville. We had tire trouble and didn’t get here until 9:30. I went to work Monday morning…When I went to work the boss asked me if I could drive a truck and I said sure I could. He asked me if I could handle the tractors and I said I could, so I went to work. Ha – Ha. Well a fellow has to tell a few [lies] once in a while. But I operated them like an old hand and kind of fooled them. Ha. They just seemed to come natural to me or something…

While the tone and content of the letters exchanged among Bob and his correspondents during these months are amazingly devoid of any allusion to, or speculation about, the war, especially in view of the fact of the institution of the draft, writer Anne Morrow Lindbergh, wife of aviator Charles Lindbergh, in her journal, which later is published in book-form, portrays a picture of civic-minded and politically-savvy individuals whose thoughts and daily lives are deeply influenced by the government’s stance on the war. At that juncture, she states in her journal the greatest issue of speculation was whether or not Washington DC would go one step further and finally grant Great Britain’s request that American ships convoy, or in effect, act as full-metal and armed shields to British supply ships crisscrossing the Atlantic. She writes of the high tension in Washington, a state of affairs she speculates cannot go on. At the same time, she sympathizes with Roosevelt’s dilemma regarding establishing a convoy system, a predicament based on the fact that doing so will require transferring ships from the Pacific Fleet to the Atlantic. Such a move would render America’s presence in the Pacific so thin that the president fears it will encourage the Japanese to ever greater expansion into the Pacific. But by mid-August, FDR seems to waver in his position, and in a secret meeting off the coast of Newfoundland with Winston S. Churchill, Prime Minister of Great Britain, the British leader comes away from the meeting convinced that FDR has agreed to America’s convoying of British ships as far as Iceland.

            But still the president is disinclined to step up his nation’s presence in the European war to such a degree. With Germany’s breaking of its non-aggression treaty with Russia and its placement of troops on the Russian border, FDR is often of the opinion that he should just sit back and let Russia handle Germany – or better still, let the two repressive dictator-nations wipe each other out. In his characteristic manner, the president adopts a stance of “wait and see.” 



Bob Gaffin spends his workdays in Blanchester and heads home for the weekends where he cuddles with Dorothy on the front porch of her parent’s Peebles, Ohio country home nestled peacefully beneath a pitch black sky alight with stars. In New York City, top-drawer matrons such as Anne Morrow Lindbergh in mink coats, Made-in-Paris chapeaus, and Estee Lauder’s “V” for “Victory” lipstick read Vogue’s latest issue sporting models in military garb in front of “Bundles for Britain,” while fuzzy-cheeked American military recruits pack the subway trains to take in the sights. All the while, spanking new Made-in-America airplanes buzz a sky streaked with searchlights.  

            Bob’s desire to marry Dorothy in the near future is dashed on November 18^th when a letter arrives, one informing him that he has been drafted into the Army. A letter of a few days later tells him to report to the Reception Center at Fort Thomas, Kentucky.



Ft. Thomas, Ky. Dec, 4, 1941…Dear Mother: Will write you this evening to let you know I am O K and hope everyone are well. Well, I’m in the army now (as the slogan goes) and its not so bad so far. Of course we haven’t had any actual training yet. I sure hated to leave civilian life, but we can’t help it…Your loving son, Bob



As tensions mount dangerously in the Atlantic theater of the war, the Japanese continue to aggress against their neighbors in the Pacific, and like the Nazis, have set against the land and resource-rich territories beyond the borders of their own land. Their resolve strengthened by the Tripartite Pact signed by Germany, Italy, and Japan, a pledge in support of one another if attacked by any outside enemy, the three aggressors strike, conquer, and plunder their ways across their particular hemispheres, to this point, almost none the worse for wear, and nearly with impunity.

            Roosevelt retaliates by placing an embargo against Japan: no more exportation to Japan of aviation fuel and highest grade steel and scrap iron. Japan responds by seizing oil-rich Indochina. The Roosevelt administration hits back by freezing all of Japan’s assets in the United States and cutting off all exports of oil to the country. Intended to halt the advance of the Japanese, the embargo ricochets and Japan counters with a threat to move in on the oil fields of the Dutch East Indies and other East Asian regions rich in natural resources. Several back and forth negotiations between the two countries failing, Japan and the United States are approaching a collision of epic proportions.

              Lulled to complacency by the promises of their president to keep their boys out of foreign conflicts, the American people conduct their daily business and personal lives as usual, unaware that warfare on a level never before seen was lying in wait for them.

In his address to Congress, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt said, “Yesterday, December 7, 1941 – a date which will live in infamy – the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.”^[2] In the Fireside Chat on the radio where he talked to the nation about the Declaration of War with Japan, in part he said:

MY FELLOW AMERICANS:

The sudden criminal attacks perpetrated by the Japanese in the Pacific provide the climax of a decade of international immorality. 

Powerful and resourceful gangsters have banded together to make war upon the whole human race. Their challenge has now been flung at the United States of America. The Japanese have treacherously violated a long-standing peace with us. Many American soldiers and sailors have been killed by enemy action. American ships have been sunk; American airplanes have been destroyed.

The Congress and the people of the United States have accepted that challenge.

Together with other free peoples, we are now fighting to maintain our right to live among our world neighbors in freedom, in common decency, without fear of assault.^[3]

A letter from his mother to Bob illustrates the shock of the nation at the attack by Japan on Pearl Harbor that hurls the United States into the war: Monday Morning, Dec. 8, 1941…Dear Son. I will try to write some this morning. I was so nervous yesterday I just couldn’t write and not much better this morning…Bobby we heard down at the church last night that war had been declared. It sure does worry me. I just can’t help it. They tell me if I don’t be careful I’ll go crazy. But I don’t know. They surely can’t take you though until they get you trained. Of course I know that I am just one Mother in thousands. We will just have to trust in God. Of course you know that we are praying for you, and that will help you along…



Even as the greatest challenge of both of their lives has been placed before them with the attack on Pearl Harbor, and while Bob with his characteristic curiosity and composure is in the throes of noting the vastness of the differences between the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC), in which he had served as a teenager, and that of the military, FDR is experiencing an odd form of relief. Japan’s strike against the American Fleet in Hawaii, while creating an enormous crisis for the president, at the same time, it lifts from him the solemn mantle of a choice between war and peace for his country, and as noted by his wife, he is serener than he has been in a long time.©



The above is a work of creative non-fiction by multi-award-winning author, Linda Lee Greene. Her books are available worldwide on Amazon.



Image: “I WANT YOU” poster.



Recommended Reading: WAR WITHIN AND WITHOUT, DIARIES AND LETTERS 1939 – 1944, Anne Morrow Lindbergh; THE ROOSEVELT PRESENCE, The Life and Legacy of FDR, Patrick J. Maney.

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[1] http://millercenter.org/president/speeches/detail/3318

[2] http://www.millercenter.virginia.edu/scripps/digitalarchive/speeches/spe_1941_1208_roose…

[3] http://franklincollege.edu/pwp/bgaskins/EDE226/Franklin_Delano_Roosevelt.html

A DELIGHTFUL CHRISTMAS BOOK FOR THE KIDDIES

It is my pleasure to feature author Tina Nykulak Ruiz's new book BLITZEN LEARNS HOW TO FLY.

"Blitzen was born at the North Pole, but he is unable to fly. Because of that, he is taunted and called names by the other reindeers. Rudy saw what was happening, and he decided to teach Blitzen how to gain some confidence. And with a little magic powder from Santa, Blitzen is not only able to fly, but he becomes part of Santa's famous team."

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HOW TO SAVE THE LIFE OF AN AUTHOR

By Linda Lee Greene, Author & Artist

It is a fact that “Muse,” that mysterious and severe task-master chains authors to their writing instruments for weeks, or months, and sometimes years at a time. They aren’t allowed to eat, or brush their teeth, or bathe, or sleep. They almost never get to see other human beings. Muse makes them ignore the ring of the doorbell and the phone, and pull the drapes and close the blinds. Nothing, nothing, nothing must get in the way of scratching down those precious lines. At long last the book is done—finished—complete! And authors wait; they wait; they wait for feedback from readers, feedback that is the lifeblood of writers, that keeps them motivated, that keeps them sane, that rescues their self-esteem, and that very well might save their lives!

Accumulating reader reviews of books is a huge hurdle for authors, and the truth is that without reviews, books don’t stand a chance of reaching a wide audience, even though they might be very worthwhile reads. Nowadays, by way of cyberspace, something like 4,500 new books per day hit the bookseller market, a large percentage of that number written and self-published by highly talented and fearless authors. The crushing heap of competition they are under demands that many good reviews on Amazon and/or Goodreads is the best, and perhaps, the only way they can crawl out from under the pile and receive the notice they deserve.

A lot of readers would like to post reviews but feel intimidated by the process. You’re in luck. You can write something as simple as “I loved it!” or “This is one of the best books I’ve ever read!” or “I couldn’t put it down!” If you didn’t like the book, explain the reason in the review because that’s information the author needs to be a better writer.

Please support authors by posting reviews of their books, especially at Amazon.com. All you have to do is go to Amazon and type in the name of the book. When the correct page comes up, click onto the space on the right indicating the number of current reviews. The reviews page comes up. You will see a series of five stars on the left side of the page. Click onto the star that corresponds with your rating of the book. The fifth star on the right indicates the highest rating. A dialog box in which to type your review is directly below the stars. And below that, a box shows in which to title your review. When you have done all these things, click “submit” at the bottom of the page. And wallah—you’ve helped to save the life of a hard-working and lonely author!

My latest novel, A CHANCE AT THE MOON is at https://www.amazon.com/CHANCE-AT-MOON-Betrayal-Murder-ebook/dp/B07Z44YN9X/.  Reviews are welcome.

Image: BOOKWORM  – Watercolor painting by Linda Lee Greene

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