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Subject: [bksvol-discuss] Re: can't get this text to go into black on white
I pasted it into Word then grabbed some regular text from another document and
then copied its formatting and pasted it onto your text, removed my added text
and am enclosing it.
Here you go, Larry:
Chapter 12
You certainly are quiet,” Carlos said, as he drove Cassidy home from his
mother’s house.
“I’m tired,” she replied, stretching neck muscles.
“I think my mother upset you.” He switched off the radio station and the sound
of a lively Christian song faded to silence.
“She didn’t say a thing, Carlos.” She stared out at the window ahead. “We need
to face the truth. I’m not what your mother wants for you. She wants a Latino,
not a blue-eyed blond.”
He sighed and reached across to take her hand. “How about what God wants? What
you and I want?”
In the shadows, she turned her gaze to his. “I care too much to have your
family ostracize you on account of me.”
“They won’t, believe me. Mother is simply unwilling to let go of her baby boy;
she needs a little time.” When Cassidy failed to comment, he added, “Has God
told you we aren’t supposed to be together?”
“No,” she said, staring at the road ahead.
He pulled the truck off onto the grass. “Let’s pray about this. God knows our
hearts, and I hate the thought of you being upset.”
She released her seat belt and slid over beside him. Gathering up her hands he
prayed for guidance and a softening of his mother’s heart.
Cassidy cried softly, and the sound of her weeping tugged at his heart. This
mess with his mother had tom him apart, too. He’d seen Cassidy’s compassion for
others and how she gave of herself to so many people. In spending time
together, they’d visited sick church members, baby-sat Jack and Kristi’s son,
researched more about the John F. Kennedy School of Government, and cleaned out
horse stalls. Every moment he spent with her confirmed his growing love. He had
no idea how God planned to work out the months ahead while they explored each
other’s personalities, but he did know he didn’t want to think of another day
without her. One thing was certain: His organized, meticulous lifestyle had
been tossed into the wind.
“Don’t cry. God will work this out,” he said, brushing her damp cheeks with his
finger.
She leaned against his shoulder. “It’s not just tonight, Carlos. I’m afraid I’m
not good for you at all.”
<3^
On Sunday morning during the music prelude, Cassidy reflected on Friday’s
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Valerie
On Jul 4, 2017, at 7:15 PM, Larry Lumpkin <llumpkin@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
<mailto:llumpkin@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> > wrote:
I have tried and tried to get the below text in a book I’m working to go into
black on white and can’t get it to save my life. Any ideas?
Chapter 12
You certainly are quiet,” Carlos said, as he drove Cassidy home from his
mother’s house.
“I’m tired,” she replied, stretching neck muscles.
“I think my mother upset you.” He switched off the radio station and the sound
of a lively Christian song faded to silence.
“She didn’t say a thing, Carlos.” She stared out at the window ahead. “We need
to face the truth. I’m not what your mother wants for you. She wants a Latino,
not a blue-eyed blond.”
He sighed and reached across to take her hand. “How about what God wants? What
you and I want?”
In the shadows, she turned her gaze to his. “I care too much to have your
family ostracize you on account of me.”
“They won’t, believe me. Mother is simply unwilling to let go of her baby boy;
she needs a little time.” When Cassidy failed to comment, he added, “Has God
told you we aren’t supposed to be together?”
“No,” she said, staring at the road ahead.
He pulled the truck off onto the grass. “Let’s pray about this. God knows our
hearts, and I hate the thought of you being upset.”
She released her seat belt and slid over beside him. Gathering up her hands he
prayed for guidance and a softening of his mother’s heart.
Cassidy cried softly, and the sound of her weeping tugged at his heart. This
mess with his mother had tom him apart, too. He’d seen Cassidy’s compassion for
others and how she gave of herself to so many people. In spending time
together, they’d visited sick church members, baby-sat Jack and Kristi’s son,
researched more about the John F. Kennedy School of Government, and cleaned out
horse stalls. Every moment he spent with her confirmed his growing love. He had
no idea how God planned to work out the months ahead while they explored each
other’s personalities, but he did know he didn’t want to think of another day
without her. One thing was certain: His organized, meticulous lifestyle had
been tossed into the wind.
“Don’t cry. God will work this out,” he said, brushing her damp cheeks with his
finger.
She leaned against his shoulder. “It’s not just tonight, Carlos. I’m afraid I’m
not good for you at all.”
<3^
On Sunday morning during the music prelude, Cassidy reflected on Friday’s
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