Finding Rebecca: A Novel of Love and the Holocaust (47 page)

“What does this mean?” she asked.
“
Gunde de viznay bin Butterfly’s Table nuen?
What language is that? Does that even
mean anything?”

“It means that she’s here, that she’s
come home,” Christopher said, and his father was smiling now.

As they rounded the corner to the
beach where the iron sea was boiling back and forth, where the sand turned to
pebbles, the rocks of the Butterfly’s Table came into view and she was standing
there, silhouetted against the sky and turned to him, a deep smile on her face
and the wind in her hair.

The End

About the Author

I’m from Dublin, Ireland. I love it there, but I love my wife
even more. So, in 2008 I moved over to America with her. We had previously
lived in Dublin for almost four years. That was great, but she missed home, and
I liked the idea of living somewhere new. America is great, but in a different
way. Maybe one day my skin will catch up and realize that getting a tan would
not tarnish my Irishness. Or maybe not.

I’ve been writing since I was 19, way back in the late 90’s,
before kindles, amazon, and iPads. That was back when vampires were old guys
with slicked back black hair and capes, not the Abercrombie models of today who
also want to be your boyfriend. I hope you enjoyed this novel. It was an
amazing experience to write. I think it’s good to remember what the people in
the camps went through, during and after the war. I’m constantly in awe of
them.

Thank you for reading my novel.

It’s not my first. If you enjoyed this you can check out some
of my other work at
http://amzn.to/T9DPlv

One last thing. This is not the last page. There’s one left,
and on it Kindle gives you the chance to rate this book and to share your
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friends might too. A few seconds out of your life could mean a whole lot to mine.
I’d be very grateful. Thanks again.

Eoin Dempsey