Here's more of the beginning scene I started yesterday. If you have any input, I'd love any feedback (all writers CRAVE feedback...). And the picture really doesn't have anything to do with the story...
St. George...Continued
“And
be sure to be back by 4—I’ve got to pick up your brother from practice!” Molly
yelled mostly to a closed front door. By the time the last words left her mother’s
mouth Nicki already had the key turned in the ignition, the aging transmission in
gear, and her right food pushed to the floor. In a few minutes she’d be with
Brad and the thought allowed a small gleeful sound to escape her excited lips.
The
sound of the door closing and the car rapidly leaving brought Molly back to
reality. Oh! The phone, the mother thought and she brought the phone up to her
ear. “MarLinda,” Molly said apologetically. “I’m so sorry about that. Yes, that was Nicki…” Molly paused
as her friend spoke. “How did you hear about Brad?”
Just
as Molly hung up the phone and thought of spending time with their friend
and past next-door-neighbor, Clarence opened the door to the home’s basement
where the family father kept his office and chemical laboratory. Molly welcomed
the interruption from a half-finished load of dirty dishes.
“Mother?”
Clarence asked. “Do we have a cat?”
“A
cat? Heaven’s no!” Molly replied with a laugh.
“That’s
good,” Clarence said relieved.
“Speaking
of good,” Molly said instantly upbeat. “I just got a call from the Larsens in
St. George.”
The
look the husband gave his wife told her of his confusion. “The Larsens?”
Clarence said. “Which ones?”
“You
know, the Larsens…Dan and MarLinda…” Molly was sure her husband would recognize
them now. A further look from Clarence told her no.
“No…oh
no, not that Dan and MarLinda…Dan and
MarLinda from Panguitch. The twinkle in her husband’s eyes told Molly
communication had occurred.
“So,
how are they doing? Haven’t seen them in, what…10 years or so?” Clarence said
as he grabbed one of a few remaining clean glasses from the cupboard and got
himself a glass of lukewarm tap water.
“About
that,” Molly said. “They’re doing great! And,” Molly paused for effect. “They
have eight kids, too!”
“Wonderful…good
thing someone other than us are multiplying and replenishing the earth.” The phrase always made Clarence chuckle. This time
proved no different.
“Actually,
they called to see if we were busy this weekend. They would like us to perform
at a fund raiser they’re having in St. George.”
Clarence
uttered a grunt as he downed the water while walking to the fridge. With the water gone, Clarence said, “Well,
let’s just check the schedule, shall we?” Clarence he peered over his
thick glasses and smoothed back his graying hair with his free hand. He then
looked at the same piece of paper hanging on the fridge that his wife eyed only
minutes before.
“Looks
like we’re available!” Clarence proclaimed.
“That’s
what I told them,” Molly beamed back.
“Why
don’t you call her back and tell her it’s a deal?!” Clarence moved to the
kitchen table and lowered himself with an audible expulsion of air from his
lungs. “After lunch, I’ll go get the bus ready for the trip. Speaking of which,
what’s for lunch?” he asked his wife before she could pick up the phone and
dial her once-close friend.
“Well,”
Molly said as she opened the refrigerator door. “Nicki brought back some
hamburger after her date with Brad last night.”
“That
sounds great!” Clarence’s day was looking up after all.
To be continued...
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