Tomorrow I Will Disappear Again

By Mario V. Farina

This s a story about a woman who, at age 116, looks to be in her mid-twenties. This might be considered a blessing for some but for this woman, it is causing a great deal of trouble. Her husband leaves her; her daughter marries and moves as far away from her as she can. She asks a renowned reporter to tell her story. The occurrences in this story will haunt you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mario V. Farina
• Release date: Apr 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311630865

Mario V. Farina

Mario V Farina has worked all his life, from age 18 to 90. He worked for the American Locomotive Company, served in the U. S. Army during WWII, was employed at General Electric. He taught computers at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. After leaving his position with RPI, he became employed with the State Labor Department of New York. He’s a car buff, a pun creator, and a computer enthusiast. He wrote textbooks for the programming languages COBOL and FORTRAN and wrote a book of puns and short stories called, “A Little Light Reading,” as well as over 20 other books. Several of his books were translated into other languages. This is his first foray into the world of digital publishing, with the help of his computer tutor ([e-mail]).

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Tomorrow I Will Disappear Again

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Mario V. Farina

Copyright 2016 Mario V. Farina

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I was born at midnight on January 1, 1900. "Quite a magical time for a little girl," my mother used to say as I was growing up. I don't know about the magical part, but I did relish the uniqueness of my birth date and time. My age is one-hundred-sixteen now, but, in appearance, I am a young woman in my mid-twenties.

(The slim, horn-rimmed, attractive, middle-aged woman and I were seated on the veranda outside my home. Fresh breezes from the nearby Hudson kept us comfortable. She listened intently as I spoke. I