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ISBN-13: 9781603131230
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Publication date: 09/15/2015
Pages: 160
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.34(d)

About the Author

Since I grew up far from anywhere, I read romance novels I bought with my babysitting money at the local grocery store. Most of the time, I enjoyed them yet sometimes the endings annoyed me and I'd think, "I would end that better."
I never considered writing as more than a hobby until I finished my first novel. Once Travis Pass was complete, new ideas kept coming and now I find myself looking at life as if there are millions of stories to be written.
Whether writing historically, contemporarily, or humorously, my work centers on life in small, midwestern towns and the amazing bonds people form with their neighbors.
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Chapter 1

Lorenz Arpetta felt taller than he ever had. Maybe it was his suit, darker than the blackest night, or the way he felt as his life progressed, with a good life blazing before him. Maybe he didn't feel taller at all. Maybe proud was the word. Proud of his accomplishments as one of New York's finest attorneys, that he'd been promoted to partner of a prominent law firm, overflowing with pride that he stood at the granite stairway leading up to the church waiting to marry the most beautiful girl he'd ever met. And Lorenz did it all on his own. His suit, law school, and Miss Olivia Ousterhause. Lorenz made a name for himself in the best way against all the negativity he'd been taught. How would the police in Italy feel if they saw him standing in front of the church marrying into the prominent Ousterhause family? It was almost comical. Lorenz wondered if he should send a wedding picture to the entire Italian police force just to prove he'd actually done something with his life. And they told him he'd never be more than a petty thief! He grew to be so much more. Proud. Proud is the word!

"Lorenz?" Her voice rang from behind, an angel over his shoulder, and he turned in surprise.

"Darling, it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." He was surprised she didn't hold that thought. Olivia always thought of those silly things.

"Close your eyes. Don't look. I-I was nervous and I had to see you. I've been pacing back and forth for an hour. That hot little room they have me stuck in, and the constant smell of gardenias, you know how my mother loves them, is making my stomach turn. I had to get out. And then there's the dust on that windowsill. I thoughtMother hired someone to clean the church. It's absolutely filthy!" Olivia made a face which showed her disgust with people's incompetence.

Behind closed eyes, Lorenz smiled. Olivia hated dust. Her mother hired a cleaning lady but the staff missed a spot of dust on the windowsill behind the curtain where only Olivia found it. "You can hire your own cleaning staff for our home as soon as we get back from the honeymoon, darling. You can hire anyone you like. I wouldn't worry about a little dust in an obscure place in a room you have to be in for an hour. How's that?" Olivia liked things just so, but a little dust on her wedding day was nothing to get upset about.

"Oh, Lorenz. How can you say that? First it's a little dust, then it's something else and soon my whole day will be ruined. It starts out small."

He could feel the panic set in over her. He'd seen it before and he didn't want to have to spend an hour calming her down, not today, not when there were four hundred guests, scores of servers and a priest waiting to perform a ceremony. "You know what I'll do?" His eyes were closed and he didn't see her reaction. "I'm going up to clean that ledge right now for you. Then I'm going to find your mother and tell her not to pay that cleaning lady. You stay put and wait for someone to come get you." He didn't think a little dust would ruin their entire wedding day but she did and he wasn't going to have Olivia in a tizzy because of it. "I'll get rid of half of those gardenias too, as a little wedding gift." He turned and bounded up the twenty granite steps before his bride had a chance to argue. Lorenz knew she remained in her spot, wanting to protest but hating the thought of the dust so much, it would bother her throughout the entire ceremony if it wasn't gone. He knew it.

* * * *

Jane Kay was a smart girl. Everyone in the neighborhood knew it. Her elementary teacher was aware of it by the way Jane's schoolwork surpassed the other pupils'. The butcher realized it in the way Jane ordered pork chops to take home to her mother. The priest knew it in the way she accepted communion, statuesquely elegant. Maybe it was the way she spoke to everyone, with calm authority. Jane knew who she was, what she wanted, and had a plan to get her from the poor section of New York to one with more opportunity. That's why most people didn't understand her. Where she lived, who she knew, and the fact her family couldn't afford the luxury of college, would lead Jane to live right where she was and, though neighbors hoped for a difference, they knew Jane would have none. Just like everyone else, she would graduate eighth grade, accept a low-paying job and she would marry and have babies. She would stay home and take care of her children while her husband worked in the brick factory. That was life. That was Jane's life and everyone knew it. Everyone except Jane.

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