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Vera Jane Cook

Gilead Begone!

So I am freed from the Republic of Gilead and the bitch is dead, so to speak. However, I did appreciate Serena’s compassion (if that’s what it was) when she let June nurse her own baby in this week’s show. Perhaps that Serena will come around.

My Serena, on the other hand is a much more complex, evil soul with an agenda so rich in self-preservation and ugly manipulations that she wilts before my eyes like the last chapter of The Picture of Dorian Grey. Difference being she was never a beauty. I checked out her resume on LinkedIn and it read like day old coffee. In other words, not impressive, no Starbucks there, more like the corner diner in small town Georgia.

If you haven’t gotten the picture yet, Serena is mean, not very bright and I hope, destined for misfortune. Sorry but no apologies about wishing ill of my enemies. They are my enemies and in a dual for my honor I would chop off her head.

I hate when people are downright mean to other people. They are discrediting someone, not only me but also the horse I rode in on. I am freed but the bitch, whom I call Serena, is trapped inside the narrow confines of her limitations, the failure of her boring personality to flourish, and the misconceptions that are locked inside her tiny brain..

Life is too short. Begone Serena! I look toward the sun.

Vera Jane Cook

Riveting, Emotional, Unexpectedly Funny Award Winning Fiction


Author of Pleasant Day, Where the Wildflowers Grow, Dancing Backward in Paradise, The Story of Sassy Sweetwater, Lies a River Deep, 

As Olivia Hardy Ray

Pharaoh’s Star, Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem