Faded into nothing…

This weekend I sold a copy of my novel IN THE SEVENTH DAY. A woman purchased it for her 21 year old daughter, even after listening to my warning of its graphic nature.

“Oh, she loves TRUE BLOOD and things like that.”

“Well, this is realism; and it’s crime of a sexual nature.”

As she walked away, I heard her say to her friend, “If my daughter doesn’t like this…” and her voice faded into nothing.