The Power Of Love

by 1980s-popito

Raina 'Rain' Johnson now lives her days as Raina 'Rain' Mathews. She gets married and with time, starts a family with her husband.. but not without staying with her childhood family and friends that helped get her through everything to get to this point in her life. (sequel to "To Love A Greaser"/"Before the Love") (3 of 3)

37. PLEASE READ THIS AUTHORS NOTE

NOT A REAL UPDATE, BUT PLEASE READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE

This week I would've updated the next chapter of The Power Of Love, along with my other five stories. I cannot fulfill this update for this week, like I usually would. Due to certain events going on in my life, that have been since right after I finished updating two weeks ago, so I've been kinda all over the place. This has caused a huge case of writers block for me, and I wasn't able to finish all the newest chapters for each of my stories. With this, I apologize for not being able to upload this week like my usual updating schedule/pattern. I will continue this back up in another two weeks, as if I had updated this week. That way, I will have an entire month this time to write the newest chapters in each of my stories, and a total of two chapters will already be done for each story- if it all goes according to plan- and then even if I get massive writers block again, I'll already have a chapter done so that I can update.

Again, I apologize for the next two weeks of waiting for the next chapter. After these two weeks, when I update, I will continue updating every other week. Thank you, and peace from all the hippies of the world.

As a thank you for your patience, here's at least a preview of what I do have of the next chapter:

Chapter 37: September 30, 1977

"In a way, yes. I only say this because I don't want KJ to get confused between the proper way of reading, and the way you and your husband might read."

I raised an eyebrow. "The way me and my husband read? How do you mean that?"

"Well, I know you both didn't actually attend and finish school, so I really don't think the two of you are fit for teaching KJ how to read."

That's when I felt my blood begin to boil. Did I know that Keith didn't officially finish high school or attend college? Of course I knew. Did I know that I didn't officially finish college? Or that I wasn't the greatest student throughout the school? Of course- but what did any of that have to do with teaching my child? It's not like we were teaching him biochemistry to turn him into the next child Einstein. He's five years old and wanted to read with us, so we taught him how to read a bit.

"Are you implying me and my husband are too dumb to teach our son anythin'?" I asked, the edge of my voice as sharp as a knife.