I adored my mother, but she could be tricky to deal with.
“Why can’t you ever admit that you’re wrong?” I’d demand.
“Because I never am” She’d reply.
What was I supposed to do with that? I’d huff and puff, but never could I blow down her certainty in her own unerring judgement. And it was aggravating. Even more aggravating was when, belatedly, I discover that she had, in fact, been right all along about whatever it was that we’d been arguing about.
Unsurprisingly, my heroine Clarry Pennhaligan in The Love Detective Series has issues with her mother.
“Mothers, in my opinion, being one of life’s natural hazards, are best avoided. My own mother doesn’t exactly come highly recommended, so I know what I’m talking about.”
In Clarry’s new investigation, The Love Detective: NEXT LEVEL, she is hired by Mrs Diana Maitland to discover what she can about the new, and to her mind unsuitable, friends in her adult daughter, Vanessa’s life. Clarry, although broke and looking for her next case is initially reluctant. Wasn’t there a line to be drawn between parental protectiveness and just plain interference? Between loving concern and claustrophobic control? But she decides to take the case for, in Diana, she recognises something of her own mother.
“My mother, with her nagging and her transparent attempts to limit and control my choices, is only showing that she cares about me. And Diana evidently cared about her daughter”
Events soon take a sinister turn and what looks at first to be a simple assignment soon proves to be anything but. Clarry quickly finds herself in real danger. To find out if Diana was proved right in her concerns about her daughter, check out The Love Detective: NEXT LEVEL.
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PS: My mother has been dead many years now, but I miss her every day. Maddeningly right about everything, I wouldn’t wish her to have been any other way.
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