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After a long and forced separation, Traci and Gary are again confronted with evil when Traci is attacked and the public mayhem that ensues afterwards. Then a past hurt rears its ugly head and causes more tension to the couple’s marriage and family. Can they survive the continual tests to their love? Or have they had more than they can bare?

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Still Standing

Relationship

Marriage

Une famille presque parfaite

Crosse

Novel

Fiction

Fantasy

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Publié par	Xlibris US
Date de parution	01 mai 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781669873204
Langue	English

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Traci Edmonds- Crosse – Still Standing

The Traci Edmonds Series- Book Two

Patrice A. Everage

Copyright © 2023 by Patrice A. Everage.

ISBN:
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978-1-6698-7319-8
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978-1-6698-7320-4

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 04/17/2023

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Contents
Introduction

Chapter 1 A Random “Emotional” Assault
Chapter 2 The Crosse Family
Chapter 3 Traci’s Declaration
Chapter 4 New Beginnings
Chapter 5 Dana Edmonds Finds A New Life
Chapter 6 Scottie Return’s Home
Chapter 7 Traci And Scottie Receive Closure
Chapter 8 More Secrets Revealed

Introduction
My husband Gary and I have only been married a few years. We met, fell in love and married in our early 50’s. And given the fact that we have only been married a short time, we have endured a lot of drama in those few years, and not entirely of our own doing. There was an attempted murder of me and my children at the hands of my husband’s jealous former lover. I was hit by car and nearly died, which led to the discovery of an unexpected pregnancy with twins. And most recently, my husband who is a scientist and tech genius, discovered a plot within the US military to overthrow the government. As a result of his discovery, he had to disappear for six-months to develop a counter measure to technology he inadvertently helped to develop, that the home-grown terrorists were going to use to accomplish their plans.
Now that he is finally home, we are out celebrating, and some random racist drunks attempt to assault me in the restaurant where my spouse and I are celebrating. And worse of all is the fact that my husband was ordered to keep a low profile by the federal government while they sort out all the individuals who are possible threats to the security of the nation. Then this attempted assault happens, with my husband a public figure this assault is going to be newsworthy.
I am an emotional, physical and spiritual wreck.

Chapter 1
A Random “Emotional” Assault
We dined at one of those exclusive restaurants where the chef is a celebrity and the meals were $100.00 a plate or more, and you could celebrity watch while you dined. It is not the kind of place I usually like to frequent but it was a special night, so what the heck. The food was superb, and we laughed and talked, and it was a wonderful evening. It seems that the Maître’ d knew Gary from a previous position at another restaurant, and he constantly inquired if everything was to our liking.
After the last inquiry, I rose (and so did they) and said, “Excuse me for a bit gentleman, I shall return shortly.” I then proceeded to the lady’s room. As with most facilities, the lady’s rest room is almost always crowded, and this was no exception. I waited patiently until it was my turn; afterwards, I washed my hands, replaced my lip gloss and proceeded to return to my husband.
As I reached the entrance to the dining room, there was a group of people waiting to be seated. It was a bit crowded, so I backed away from the group and waited to enter. As I was waiting, standing near the bar, an intoxicated man seated just across from where I was standing,
Started making derogatory racial statements about African American females.
“I thought this was an exclusive dining experience, I didn’t know niggers and hookers were allowed in.”
I didn’t acknowledge his comments or allow my facial expression to change by his statements. I pretended I didn’t even hear him. I started to move closer to the group who were about to be seated and then I would be able to enter the dining room. As I moved towards the entrance of the dining room, the man rose and came to me and leaned his intoxicated face towards mine and said,
“I think I have enough money to buy your services for the evening he said.” Now, again, I tried to stay composed and non-confrontational. I looked directly in his nasty little face and said, “You must have me confused with someone else. I’m not interested.” And I tried to maneuver around him. And he moved in front of me again and said,
“What, you think your kind (nigger) is not good enough for me? Bitch, the dirt under my fingernails is better than you and everyone like you. You should be honored to have someone like me even give someone like you the opportunity to be with the likes of me.”
And then he reaches and grabs my arm. I then looked at him with an expression in my eyes and on my face that even he in his drunken stupor would recognize as a very wrong move. His friend tries to get him to behave, but he stood his ground. “Billy Joe, come on man, we don’t want any trouble in here.”
“Remove your hand before I removed your entire arm, I reply with a controlled but lethal voice.” His looks turns to fear but his pride wouldn’t let him back down. I allowed my purse to slide from my hand to the floor. Before he realizes it I had hit him in the nose with the heal of my palm, (breaking his nose) and then I used the same arm he was holding, and encircling his arm, tucked it under my armpit, and with my other hand, I hit him in the middle of his chest and pushed him to the floor, breaking his arm as he fell. I then stepped on the thigh closest to me, snapping it in two. At this point he was screaming in pain.
“You dirty black bitch, he screams. I should kill you.” As I stoop down to retrieve my purse, I say to him, “I am a lady. Don’t ever speak to a lady in that manner again.”
Those standing around were astonished, but many had seen and heard what had transpired. I stood, smoothed down my dress and walked slowly towards the dining room. “Excuse me,” I said, as I maneuvered through the crowd, and headed back to my husband.
As I approached, they both stood, and my husband seated me. He caught the distressed expression on my face. “I was beginning to wonder if I should send out a search party, he said jokingly.” I forced a smile and replied, “You know the lady’s rest rooms are always crowded, so I had to wait in a short line, then there was a celebrity with an entourage waiting to be seated and I had to wait again.” With skepticism he replies, “uh huh.” As he and John stared at me. The Maitre’d rushes over a short time later and begins to apologize profusely. “Mr. and Mrs. Crosse, he says breathlessly,
“I was just informed about what happened and I am extremely sorry about that horrific incident. Mr. Crosse you have our sincerest apology also. This gentleman is not one of our regular guests, the police were called and once they’ve gotten him the medical treatment he needs, he will be arrested. I assure you that “nothing” like this has ever happened at this establishment before. Your dinner and accoutrements tonight are complimentary. And if there is anything else that we can do, we are at your disposal.”
Gary turns to face me, he is livid, I grab his hand to calm him, and I say, “It’s been taken care of, I said.”
“Thank you,” I say to the trembling man. Poor many is thinking he’s about to be sued or worst. The man then looks to Gary for his permission to leave. Calmly my husband leans back in his chair, looks at me and demands in a most threatening voice, “What has happened, exactly?”
“Will you allow this poor man to return to his job, I request?”
“NO, is his reply.” The entire dining room within earshot were staring and listening. I took a deep breath and slowly in a controlled and lower tone of voice I explained, “An intoxicated man standing at the bar, accosted me while I was waiting to return to the table; but I took care of it.”
Looking at me enraged, my husband says in a voice much louder than mine, “He accosted you how?” Never losing eye contact with my husband, I take a cleansing breath and tell him, “He at first made some derogatory racial and sexual remarks, and when I didn’t respond, he grabbed me by the arm and propositioned me,” I said slowly and calmly emphasizing the need to be calm. I continued, “When he wouldn’t release my arm as I had requested, in self-defense, I broke his nose and arm and knocked him to the floor, then I snapped a thigh bone to be sure he was immobilized.”
Gary turns to the Maître’D and demands, “What the hell kind of establishment are you running here? (Before the man could answer), Gary asks, “Is he still on the premises?” I don’t believe so sir, I think he has been placed in an ambulance.” He started to say something else, but Gary held up his hand to silence him. Both John and Gary just look at me then in shock. I could tell that they were both furious, and sorry at the same time.
Then Gary asks, “Why didn’t you tell me immediately after you came back to the table?” “We were having such a lovely evening; I didn’t want to spoil it.” My husband stands, and slowly and deliberately buttons his suit jacket, and then John stands too. Gary then extends his han