The White Light

Pattimari Sheets Cacciolfi & Peter Cacciolfi

a stand and strike
We’ve had some scares along the way

that makes you want to hide
But happiness for all of us is

staying on the ride
For now the story it is through

but life has just begun
Now Bob and Toni - Dennis and Tessie will

have their greatest fun
So don’t despair - just hang in there
good things are coming for you to share

Peter Cacciolfi, copyright 2012

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In the light

Is where there is a bolstering?
If not ready
Then

Move away from the brightness
Go back

To the land
You left
And
Then

Live a better life!

Pattimari, copyright 2012

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Life & the Light

Enter the light but it’s too bright
does this mean things are not all right?

Not unless you are ready to go
but don’t you want to stay and grow
For if you you’ve found your love so true

deciding to go will make her blue
So hang around and have some fun
dancing & prancing in the warm sun
Until that time just enjoy your life

free from toil & undue strife
Seek the true love with whom to share

a wonderful life without despair

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For we who have written this book
you see

have developed this love as true
as can be

Peter Cacciolfi, copyright 2012

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Within the pages of the world’s greatest love story houses the
seed that germinated into the perfect relationship. The meeting
was just the beginning of what has turned out to be a multitude of
fascinating novels filled with love, hate, romance, and the beauty
found in the hearts and souls of the good people. Please enter our
world of fascination and be inspired as were we, the creators, for

we promise you will not be disappointed.

Peter & Pattimari

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Thank you for reading our book and if you’d like to order any of
our other books, please contact Pattimari at:
[email protected]

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Previews of The Mysterious Mystery
(book cover & Prologue)

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Prologue

An agonized whimper tore from Celle Marrow’s throat as she
looked in anguish at the darkening gaze her sister, Marcy, threw
in her direction when she neared her mother’s casket. No words
were exchanged, but if looks could kill, her sister just eradicated
her. Celle touched her mother’s chalky face as she gazed down at
her still body with moist eyes then stepped back to take her seat
in the front row, straightened her shoulders with a touch of
militancy while her hands smoothed the delicate black folds of
her dress. Her blonde hair hung over her shoulders loosely. She
looked up at her sister and noticed Marcy was wearing her
mother’s favorite black dress. It fit her tightly around the bosom
and was cut low enough to show off her firm breast, as well as
her tiny waist. She was taller than Celle and beautiful. If the two
were standing near one another, one wouldn’t know they were
sisters because while Celle had blonde hair, Marcy had auburn
hair that shined like a new penny. It was common knowledge that
Celle wasn’t as beautiful as her sister, but her father often told
her, you’re beautiful in your own right Celle. She knew exactly
what her father was referring to, but even so, she was never
jealous of Marcy’s looks or her popularity. Her interest was
deeper than Marcy’s and although she enjoyed dressing and
looking fashionable, her biggest desire was traveling the world
learning about different cultures and volunteering her services to
those in dire need of her medical expertise.

Over a year ago she had taken a five year sabbatical from
Santa Barbara’s General Hospital in order to satisfy her desire,
and that’s where she was, in Africa, when her father called to
break the ghastly news about her mother.

Celle was in such cavernous thoughts that she hadn’t noticed
when her father sat down beside her; only when he tapped her on
the shoulder was she able to come out of her trance and turn to
him. “Oh Father…hi.”

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“I have a new investigator working on the details of the
poisoning Celle. He may find something we can use.” Celle
looked unconvinced, and her father, Jonas, could hardly blame
her. “If we can’t find any more information then we’ll go to
someone else.”

“You’re reaching for straws Father. We both know who
poisoned mother, but you won’t…”

“Celle I don’t want to hear another word about your sister. Do
you hear me? I don’t know why you think she’s involved, but
you’re wrong Celle; dead wrong.”

Celle hesitated and then shrugged. “Okay Father, I’ll try not to
mention it again, but why would mother change her will so
suddenly? I mean father…look at the whole situation - she had
you as her beneficiary and then out of the blue she put Marcy’s
name in your place and then removes me completely out of her
will. Something is badly wrong Father, and I think you know it
too.”

Jonas started to protest but restrained himself. He quickly
stood up, leaned down and whispered in Celle’s ear before
walking over to his wife’s casket. “You don’t give up for a
minute do you Celle? You know weeks before she died that she
was going to divorce me. Now isn’t that bit of information good
enough for you? No, I don’t think so because you just want to
blame your sister.”

Celle clutched on to her father’s jacket and whispered, “Then
why would she have taken my name off her will Father? Do you
have a good answer to that question? I don’t think so.”

Jonas removed Celle’s hand from his jacket, and then looked
back at her in astonishment as he turned and moved over to the
casket. She had never seen her father look so insecure and
bewildered.

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