Agatha Christie Nearly Killed Me

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It all started a few days before Christmas with an Agatha Christie mystery, but I remember nothing until the middle of the next semester in high school.

I don’t remember much of that night. I don’t remember being unconscious for several hours — my mother called it a coma. Whatever. I don’t remember my science teacher coming to help my mother. I don’t remember waking up. I don’t remember many days, maybe…

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Glenda Clemens

I spent most of my life taking care of my family. Now that I’m retired, I have time to seek adventure. I’m writing fiction. I’m having the time of my life.