The next afternoon right after supper, I was in my room reading a book when Pearl yelled for me to answer the door. I walked out of my room and into the hallway. I could see the person standing outside the kitchen door. It was Warren and I could tell right away something was really wrong.
“Come on in, Warren,” I said. He looked like I must have looked the night my grandma brought me ice chips to suck on. I had wanted my mom to be the only one to bring me ice chips when I felt sick all over. I wanted my mom to be the only one who knew what I needed.
“What is wrong Warren?” I shoved him into Pearl’s kitchen and shut the door behind us. I didn’t know if I should badger him, or give him a few minutes to settle down. I decided to badger him.
“Come on, Warren, I couldn’t wait for you to get home, but something bad has happened, hasn’t it? Please tell me, Warren. You’re scaring me!”
Warren walked over and sat at the kitchen table, so I did too. I was familiar with what I saw when I looked at his face. Not because I had seen him like that…I hadn’t. I had seen the same expression in the mirror. Not since the months after my parents died, had I seen such a tortured expression. Only this time, it was on my best friend.
“Warren,” I pleaded, “You have to tell me what has happened.” My mind was going crazy. I was afraid to hear his answer. I was afraid for him. He looked at me and shook his head as if he could read my mind. I took a deep breath and waited.
I had to do something, so I got up and poured him a glass of cold water. It wasn’t ice chips, but it was my way of trying to help him feel better. I could barely hear Warren when he spoke.
“Nobody died, Hope, and nobody is sick. Well, that isn’t exactly true, I guess. Nothing is ever going to be the same, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I had to get out of my house, and away from my mom and dad. I’m sure they’ll figure out I came here.”
“I saw your mom yesterday,” I said. “She didn’t act like herself. Does that have anything to do with what has you so upset?”
I don’t have a new post for you tonight, so I decided to give you another excerpt from my new book, “Connie’s Story.” I have continued to tweak it this past week. I haven’t changed the story, just added a comma or changed Mom to mom, or mom to Mom. The last change I made was 10:00 o’clock to ten o’clock. I know some of you won’t benefit from my tweaks, because you already have the first edition. Hopefully, your book will be worth a lot of money once I become famous. The only thing I couldn’t fix was the spacing between words. I decided it looked better with the inside and outside even, but in order to do that, they have to add extra spaces. The issue would have been somewhat resolved if I had used smaller print, but I couldn’t change that after it was published. I will “justify” this paragraph so you will know what I mean when you write your tell all. You can learn from my experience…if you want to.
The book is on Amazon. You can find it under, Connie’s Story, or Mary Francis McNinch. It’s on sale until August 1st. Then it will be bumped up to $12.00 or I will have to pay Amazon.
Next on the agenda will be a daily blog about our trip beginning August 7th when we head for Wyoming for Kip’s high school reunion. Until then I will continue to travel with the multi-talented on the road gang. We seem to be increasing in numbers. We’re all hoping Jerry will be back with us soon.
So, as the sun sets on another beautiful South Dakota evening, everybody is still in Kadoka. Well, everybody but AC, MG, the Cowboy, and the Phantom Wrangler. I think the plan is to go visit Crazy Horse next. Did you know his name literally means, his horse is crazy?
Awe…look at the ever helpful on the road gang.
Crazy Horse: Oh yeah! My head itches. Can you scratch my back too?
Lav and the Queen are getting those pesky flies off Crazy Horse’s nose.