She took the identity of a murder victim—robbing a family of a funeral for their loved one and the chance to catch her murderer. Nearly thirty years later, the walls of deceit begin to crumble...
She was the illegitimate child of an influential mafia member. A life defined by murder, mafia, CIA assassins, sex, drug-dealers, gun-runners and a young adult who would travel the East Coast—running away from her past while searching to belong in a life that was never hers.
A neighbor in Alexandria. A paramedic in Danese. A Jazzercise enthusiast in Plant City. She threw parties in Walden Lake. She lied to old classmates of a murder victim from Annandale High School. And she may have lied to you.
In a last-ditch effort to apologize to her children and offer explanation to all those she has deceived, she quickly begins to jot down the facts of her life. The child of a well-known sociopath confesses her sins openly for the first time in this no-holds-barred account of her life. She spares no details in confessing the sins of those around her while telling her story and makes no apologies for doing so, "If at any time they don't like what I have to say, they are free to close the book, walk away or write their own damn book for that matter. I think you would do well to type more and talk less. I have places to go and people to run from, remember?"
Born the youngest of seven children to mathematician parents, Canis and Ursa, Seven Major eventually found her place as a star within a constellation of accomplished intellectuals. Seven's first demonstration of creative writing was not well-received and disappointingly so. In fact, her parents were horrified as they read her discerning prose neatly written in permanent ink on the living room wall. Seven's continued attempts to impress her parents were greeted with similar negative responses until she scaled down her style and began to use paper instead. At the age of 12, Seven was named editor of the school paper. Her work was in print and the young writer was beside herself. This was to be the modest beginning of a life-long career. Seven still gets that same high today from writing... just with much better pay.
I've been told there's no word in the Hebrew language for coincidence, but I swear I had nothing to do with my crusty neighbor's unseemly disappearance. Admittedly, I was working through some real life anger issues at the time, but lots of strange things happened while writing this book.
Illusions of Privacy
Mack would remain on my list until out of the blue one day, he packed up most of his worldly possessions and moved into a retirement village with old pals—leaving his house and upside down mortgage for the bank to deal with. That’s according to a neighborhood rumor anyway. I never saw a thing.