Puppets, Pupils, and Producers : A Story of Mind over Matter
Cass Whitley
I saw more than my share of tragedies and traumas, but I was taking them in stride. Being a single empty-nester wasn’t so bad either. I still looked pretty good by candlelight, my early retirement was on the distant horizon, and I almost made enough money to pay for my frequent trips to the Dominican Republic. My life was on track until the symptoms of my family’s disease derailed it.
I thought I knew exactly what the problem was, but I was wrong. My oversight had deadly consequences…