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    The Sweet Smell of Honeysuckle
    The Sweet Smell of Honeysuckle
    The Sweet Smell of Honeysuckle
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    The Sweet Smell of Honeysuckle

    By Alice Heaver

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    Sage, a nurse at a psychiatric hospital, is concerned when a fellow nurse is discharged as a patient soon after her mental breakdown, then learns of her marriage to a former patient. Ellen, in her psychotic mind, is extremely jealous of Sage and when Sage falls in love with a co-worker, Bob, difficult times lay in store.

    Is this relationship meant to be, or does Ellen have evil plans for them?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisheriUniverse
    Release dateJul 21, 2004
    ISBN9780595773725
    The Sweet Smell of Honeysuckle
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    Alice Heaver

    Alice Heaver Born and raised in New Castle, Pennsylvania and graduated from Union High School. I attended Nursing school in McKinney, Texas and graduated in 1982 from Collin Memorial Hospital School Of Nursing. I am married to a wonderful man, Andrew Heaver, and reside in Fort Myers, Florida for the past 19 years. I have written and published 26 novels since the year 2000. This book is my first non-fiction.

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      The Sweet Smell of Honeysuckle - Alice Heaver

      The Sweet Smell of Honeysuckle

      All Rights Reserved © 2004 by Alice Heaver

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      ISBN: 978-0-595-77372-5 (ebook)

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      Contents

      CHAPTER 1

      CHAPTER 2

      CHAPTER 3

      CHAPTER 4

      CHAPTER 5

      CHAPTER 6

      CHAPTER 7

      CHAPTER 8

      CHAPTER 9

      CHAPTER 10

      This book is dedicated to the memory of my younger brother, Fred, who suddenly passed away on January 24th, 2004, in Tionesta, Pennsylvania. Sadly missed by your entire family. God be with you Fred. Your sister, Alice.

      CHAPTER 1

      Sage ran breathlessly, feeling the wet sand gushing between her toes with each step. Her feet sinking deep into the cold wet carpet of sand. Her heart was pounding so hard, she felt it would leap from her body. The gentle sea breeze blowing her long flowing, red hair, wet now with the mist from the gulf, and the sweat she had worked up with trying to flee the person chasing her. The moon had just gone behind some clouds, when she suddenly stopped to listen. She moved slowly toward a large palm tree, and took her place behind it so she wouldn’t be seen. Standing behind that palm tree, she tried to see the figure

      approaching. Oh Lord.   I can’t tell if it is a man or a woman. He has that

      damned hood up around his face. She stood quietly, trying to catch her breath watching as the figure slowed to a stop. The figure stood looking around for several minutes, then walking back the beach glancing behind him, he disappeared into the darkness. She had noticed something he was holding in his hand, something that was shiny when the moonlight shown on him. Was it a gun?

      Sage remained behind the palm tree until she felt it was safe to find her way back to her car. She slowly inched her way through the overgrown shrubs and sea shells scattered about in the sand. Why did I ever take that job in the mental hospital? I’ll never feel quite at ease. They shouldn’t let those patients go on leave from the hospital. It could be Mr. Simpson or even that old Mrs. Jones after me. They both went on a week end pass. She opened the door of her car and sat down behind the steering wheel. She locked the door, and at last she felt a calmness surround her. She drove out of the grove of palm trees and onto the highway for her home.

      Sage had worked her way through college and nursing school. While attending nursing school, she worked nights as a waitress in an all night truck stop restaurant. During her classes at the hospital, there were many days she didn’t think she would make it through the day. She was wearing herself thin, and would often doze off in class. She was reprimanded many times by her instructors, but somehow, she finished school, graduating the highest in her class. She specialized in psychiatric nursing, and was excited to land this job at Good Hope Hospital. Now she wasn’t too sure about her work there.

      She knew all of the patients at the hospital, and knew them well. She had gained their confidence and they all felt comfortable around her. Except for Mr. Simpson. Now he was different. Several times, at lunch times for the patients, he came at her with his knife, and the nursing staff replaced his silverware with plastic knives to protect the other patients, and the staff.

      Mrs. Jones, on the other hand, was an introvert, and stayed to herself not interacting with anyone. She would sit for hours just watching people, with a grin on her face. Everyone thought her to be harmless, but she was there because she was terribly insane and had killed many people, mainly policemen, and would dismember them, making stew out of the body parts. She thought of herself as different men. One day she would be Billy, and the next day she was George, or Sam or someone else.

      Sage was relieved to be in her house. Locking the door, and turning off the lights, she prepared for bed. Laying on the bed, thoughts of that hooded person chasing her down the beach were preventing her from going to sleep. Who was that? I know he had a gun in his hand. I saw it in the light of the moon. What does he want with me? I can’t think of anyone that wants to harm me. Maybe he mistook me for someone else. She sat up on the edge of the bed. Looking at the alarm clock, she noticed it was almost 3:00 in the morning and she had to be at work in three hours. How am I going to do this? I can’t possibly go to work today. I’ll never be able to stay awake, and I’ll probably make an error in medication doses. I can’t do this.

      She glanced at the phone, debating whether to call in sick or whether to just get dressed and try to make it through the day at work. Then she thought of Bob, another nurse she had worked with many times before. Maybe he’ll be willing to work my shift today. I’ll call him, and ask. What have I got to lose? She dialed his number and waited for a response. The phone rang seven times before she

      heard the heavy breathing and the male voice answered   "Who is this? Do

      you know what time it is??"

      Bob? This is Sage.

      The man cleared his throat What’s the matter Sage? Why are you calling this time in the morning?

      "Bob   I’m sorry, but I need you to work for me this morning, and I didn’t

      know who else to call."

      Several minutes later, he replied Are you sick Sage?

      "Not really Bob   I just can’t sleep, and had a terrifying experience last

      night with someone chasing me down the beach with a gun."

      His voice was clearer now. You what?? Who was chasing you?

      "I don’t know. He had a hooded cape on   one that covered his face and

      head, but he had a gun   I saw it in the moonlight."

      "Sage   I’ll work for you today   but stop and think   did you piss

      somebody off enough to want to kill you?"

      "No   I can’t think of anyone that wants to hurt me. I thought maybe they

      thought I was someone else, and that’s why he was running after me with a gun. It has me worried."

      "Yes   I can understand you being worried. I’ll stop by your place after

      work to check up on you, and maybe we can go out and have a bite to eat. If you don’t mind a going out with an old man."

      "That’ll be fine, Bob   I’ll look forward to seeing you, and again thank you

      for working for me today. I’m sorry about the time    but what else could I

      do?"

      That’s alright   Sage. See you later today. She hung up the phone and

      leaned back on her bed. She couldn’t rest with feeling so uneasy about the person that was chasing her. Why was I being chased? Was he going to shoot me?

      Oh   I wish I knew who that was, and if he will try to kill me again when I go

      out.

      She tried to close her eyes but all she saw was that horrible hooded figure coming after her. She stood up from the bed and walked into her kitchen. Maybe a cup of warm milk will help me go to sleep. She took out the gallon of milk from the refrigerator and poured herself a cup. Setting the cup of milk in the microwave oven, she turned it on. Standing in front of the microwave, she watched the cup going round and round in the little window.

      Sage sat down at the table with her cup of steaming milk and sipped at the hot milk thinking to herself. I’ve got to talk to someone. I can’t keep going over this in my mind all the time. I’m going to drive myself crazy. Trying to remember what her last day of work was like, she suddenly remembered seeing a strange looking man that was standing in the hall, just watching her, that day. I don’t know who he was, but he wouldn’t take his eyes off me that day. Now I remember   I had never seen him at the hospital before, and didn’t think anything about it that day. I wonder   could it have been him?

      She lay on the bed wrestling with her thoughts and going over and over in her mind trying to picture that strange man, and what he had looked like. He had long black hair tied into a long pony tail in back. I don’t like long hair on a man. Maybe he sensed my dislike for his hair and decided to come after me. But that’s foolish just because I may not have liked his hair. Oh I

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