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Small Town Stories

Book Trailer-Welcome Home

I promise this is the last post about Welcome Home because it launched yesterday. But, I made this trailer and want to share it one last time before I move on to my next writing project.

It is available at

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Kobo

As for the next project, I’ll give you a little hint. Remember the story Jesse’s Girl I posted a year ago.  It is now a 16k word novella that is one revision away from the editor. Next week I’ll post the first chapter.

Until then,

xoxoxo
M.H.m

 

Welcome Home Excerpt

Next week, the first book in the Three Creeks, Montana series will be available at your favorite online book retailer. Here is a little peek at what is inside the cover.

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After being away for twenty years, Abigail Cahill is coming home. Her friends and family are going to make sure she feels welcome. And, they have the perfect person to help them make it happen.

There was an unmentioned but widely known truism in Three Creeks, Montana. If you don’t want to be noticed, go out wearing your Sunday best. Venture out wearing yoga pants, no makeup, and a baseball cap, and you will meet eleven of the twelve disciples.

Abigail Cahill got reacquainted with more people in one short trip into town than all her annual visits back home combined. By the third person who hadn’t seen her “in forever,” Abigail’s homecoming was official.

She smiled as she recalled the rule. Of course, they hadn’t seen her. Back then, a younger Abigail refused to leave the house until her hair looked perfect and her outfit coordinated with whatever activity she and her father planned for the day. After sorting through years of “memories” her family saved, she was too tired to care. If people didn’t approve of her I love Montana t-shirt, jeans, and baseball cap that she used to control her hair, too bad for them.

Most politely offered condolences on her father’s passing. Others greeted her with a friendly welcome home statement. However, she prepared herself for the one or two people who were sure to remind Abigail why she’d been glad to leave the small town in the first place.

Jadine Renton caught up to Abigail as she walked through the doors of Parker and Son hardware store. The older woman wore a sun hat that hid her eyebrows. Her skin hadn’t changed to show her age. “It’s been a long time since you’ve given us the pleasure of your acquaintance.”

With the conversation beginning on a cordial note, Abigail refrained from mentioning that she saw her father twice a year. She had more pressing concerns.  The first on the list was a trailer loaded with her belongings in front of a house full of items that were important to her parents but were of little use to her

It was better to avoid talking with Jadine all together and get home from the hardware store as soon as possible. After a day and a half of work, Abigail emptied the contents of only one closet. In the name of being civil, Abigail replied, “Thank you. It feels good to be in familiar places.”

Through a smile most likely pasted on her lips with dental adhesive, Jadine said, “Too bad you couldn’t have come around sooner. Your father may have lived to get as old as me.”

Abigail’s father passed away a year ago, but the urge to find something that was missing lingered in her mind. She walked around with an ache in her heart and a gray fog that had her second and third guessing every decision she made.

An extensive list of responses formed in Abigail’s mind. Sifting through the first of them rendered her silent. Indignation did not give her permission to reciprocate Jadine’s jab. All of Abigail’s comebacks would have been rude. Instead, she found herself sputtering in search of a dignified response. The only thing that she could come up with was, “I did visit my father.”

“Next you’ll blame her for the extinction of the dinosaurs.” The familiar deep voice that still had the power to make butterflies appear came to rescue Abigail. She turned around to see a man who looked like Hercules, dressed in a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up enough to show the muscles in his forearms. Her stomach melted, and all the air left her lungs. She held her hand over her mouth to keep the “wow” that was in her head from being spoken.

A sparkle appeared in Jadine’s eye, and she coughed out a laugh. Apparently, the voice had a similar effect on her too. She raised her chin to acknowledge the speaker. “Most people don’t remember I’m that old.”

“Close your mouth, Abigail,” Jadine whispered. “He talks to me like that all the time.”

Abigail cleared her throat and averted her glance away from Kent Parker. When she left for college, he’d looked like he needed to eat a couple of good meals. From what she could see over the counter, he’d found a way to accommodate the need.

The only thing that looked the same from the person she knew growing up was how he parted his brown hair to the side. It waved around his ears. Back then she played with the curls and he’d laugh at her silliness. The inclination to play with his hair struck her. The serious look in his eyes warned her to not think about trying it.

Her first impression of him being Hercules may have been an exaggeration, but not by much. The shirt he wore did little to hide his broad shoulders. Abigail was certain that if he flexed, the back of his flannel shirt would rip to shreds. She forced herself to blink away the mental image that made her heart beat even faster.

Her brother Zach mentioned Kent changing over the years, but she’d assumed it was in the same way everybody else grew up. Most people who stayed in Three Creeks after high school settled down,  had two kids and a dog, and mirrored the way sitcoms depicted people in small towns.

“What can we do for you?” he asked.

Abigail thought better of sharing her first response of, “I’d like to have something that looks like you help me in the garden.” Even if it was true, it seemed improper. And, that wasn’t why she went to the store in the first place. She swallowed hard and opened her mouth to answer. Nothing came out, so she closed it and pretended to search her purse for a list.

Time also blessed Kent with a stony glare that altered her perception of his once affable personality. He probably wouldn’t want to help her anyway.

Jadine gushed, “I came by because Denny McConnell said your cat litter is on sale.” The stark change in the way the older woman presented herself was enough for Abigail to take a second look to see who stood beside her.

Kent stepped out from behind the counter and headed for the kitty litter. In his absence, the spell his presence cast on Abigail broke. Abigail blinked herself back to reality. She had to ask herself why she’d visited the hardware store. Boxes. She needed boxes to separate items her brother or sister might want and trash bags to fill with things that should have gone to the dump, decades ago.

She meandered through the aisles of the hardware store that was small enough to fit in the garden department of the box stores in the larger cities. Yet it seemed to have something for everyone in their community.

As a child, the shelves at Parker and Son were monoliths that formed a labyrinth designed for their entertainment. Now, they were only slightly taller than her. Abigail smiled at the change brought by time. She recalled the numerous times her father and Hank Parker got caught up in a conversation about the latest and greatest tool and thought nothing of Zach, Abigail, and Kent playing hide and seek among the shelves. The memory pricked at Abigail’s heart and she found herself agreeing with Jadine. She should have come home sooner.

“What can I do to help you?”

Abigail pulled her hand away from the cord of rope she’d absentmindedly touched. As quickly as it vanished, the spell Kent’s presence cast on her returned. She said the first thing that came to her mind. “Muscles.”

He blinked twice and responded with a straight face. The man was not impressed with her comment.

With his reaction, Abigail noted her mistake. Her inner thoughts escaped out of her mouth. It was time to get out of this conversation. “I mean, boxes and trash bags.” The more she talked the worse she sounded. Abigail wished for a sinkhole to swallow her.

Abigail pushed through the awkwardness and spoke while she moved away from the conversation. “I need boxes and trash bags to clean out my father’s house.” She pointed as far away as possible from the ropes toward where she hoped the boxes were shelved. “We have a lot of things to send to thrift stores and whatnot.”

The corners of Kent’s mouth turned down slightly. “They’re two aisles over.” He led her in a direction that was opposite of where she pointed and stopped in front of a shelf display of corrugated boxes. “You can get boxes for free behind the general store.”

It was a great idea. However, being prone to the law of “Darn, I should have thought of that sooner,” Abigail could predict the outcome before it happened. “I didn’t know who to ask, and with my luck, I’d ask ten minutes after they stuffed them in the trash compactor.”

He nodded and waited while she tried to decide the box size that would best serve her purpose.

“Do you need help unloading things?” His eyes focused on something behind her.

Her father mentioned that Kent helped with several projects around the house. He most likely offered to help out of duty. Abigail politely declined his offer. “If I knew what half the things were, I’d say yes. But I don’t.”

With one last glance at whatever it was behind her, he returned his attention to Abigail.

Hoping to add a degree of humor she added, “It is as if the ghost of Christmas past left every present my parents received in every available space. Speaking of, I have a plaque your mother gave my mother in 1986. If you want it back, I’d be more than happy to re-gift it to you.”

His lips tightened to convey his disapproval of her answer.

She murmured, “Or, I can just pass it along to Goodwill.”

A trip to the second-hand store jumped to the top of her ever-increasing to-do list. The mental scroll of information unwound like a roll of toilet paper that accidentally got dropped and kept getting longer and longer. “On that note, I have places to be and things to do.” Abigail reached for a pre-bundled pack of boxes. “I’ll just get two of these for now. It will give me time to figure out when the general store will have another delivery.”

Without bothering to ask, Kent grabbed a stack of boxes for her. He made his way to the register and Abigail, lost in her memories, followed behind him. Kent was her brother’s best friend. He probably thought she was a nuisance too.

“It was good talking with you.” Kent laid the boxes beside the cash register. His smile added a measure of politeness to the dismissal. He had things to do as well. Abigail’s eyes followed him until he disappeared somewhere in the back of the store.

She sighed and thought to herself. As much as things change they stay the same.

The Story Behind Sam and Kate

Who are Sam and Kate you ask? They are the characters in the fourth book in the Ashbrook, Montana series.  beach wavesBut don’t let me get ahead of myself it’s story time. Picture if you will, a beach at the beginning of May.  Seagulls are flying overhead. The sun is generating the perfect amount of warmth to feel good on your shoulders.

We were there because our son Christopher graduated with a Masters Degree from Troy University.  Several of his friends from the Air Force base joined us for a celebratory barbecue. So now add hot dogs, burgers, ice cold beer and Pepsi, and you have the makings for one of those scenes out of Top Gun.

Mixed in with the families searching for crabs and children building sand castles, Christopher and his friends tossed around a frisbee, played football, and soaked up the sun. We were living one of those Zac Brown “Summer in the Sand,” life couldn’t get any better moments.

beach weddingChristopher and his friends had taken a break from playing around to eat when we noticed another summer in the south moment. On a different section of the beach, people, dressed much nicer than us, were setting up for a wedding. We’re talking tulle linking chairs together to form an aisle and an arch decorated with flowers.  The seagulls played the part of the doves flying overhead.

plane_anim2Christopher was standing with a woman I totally approved of when a plane with a banner flew by. Someone in the group read it. “It says marry me.” The romance writer in me (I had written three books by this time) gushed. But I didn’t say anything. Christopher said to the woman who turned out to be one of his besties, “Oh my Gosh, wouldn’t it be funny if a couple was on the beach and she  thought the proposal was for her, but it was for somebody else.”

She laughed in agreement.

Mary Me Kate Promo PictureThe entire story of Sam and Kate popped into my head.  Two days later, I came home to Montana and finished the first draft in five weeks.  Except Sam and Kate were single parents who helped each other through the teenage years. And, secretly the liked each other.  A year later, Marry Me Kate was live for everyone to see.

So there you have the story of Sam and Kate.  If you’re curious to know what the story is like the I have attached a hyperlink to their names that should take you to a preview of the first ten percent of the book. Check it out.

And so I close this week’s post with warm summer wishes.

Until the next story

xoxoxo
M.H.M

Lost and Found

This week I’m sharing a story a different way. I hope you enjoy it…

What Are You Doing This Summer

What Are You Doing This Summer?

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Every time someone asks me what I am doing over the summer I have the same reaction. I don’t know. The obvious answer is: write. I am going to write. However, that entails planning adventures for my characters or living out said experiences.  Until the idea pops into my head or I see something on Pinterest, my mind is a blank canvass.  This blog post is about one of those shall we say “adventures.”

You’ve heard about this fish that got away…

favorite golf ball

Last weekend I visited the golf course that inspired the proposal in Get Well Soon. My favorite hole is the one where Donovan flusters Becca and she hits the ball into the water. Every time I play it, I think of her wacking the ball hard enough to send it over the hole and into the creek…which is a pretty far hit. I have never been able to hit the ball that far. Inspired by Becca, I thought I’d try. And, my ball landed beside a bush close to the putting green.

 

rock chuck peeking out of its hole

Don’t let that sweet face trick you.

I digress to mention that we have these mammoth sized gopher creatures out here. My friend told me the correct name was rock chuck.  Google told me that it is a variation of the classification marmot. (Just in case you were wondering too)  These rock chucks traverse the course like they are visitors sightseeing at Central Park. A couple of times I played around some that slept in the middle of the fairway.  And that was not on purpose. Writing is my game, not golf (insert disappointed sigh).

Back to the story. They tell you not to get to attached to a ball when you’re playing golf. Against this wisdom, I did. My ball was bright pink and, even though it wouldn’t go in the hole, it made me happy. When I searched the bush for my favorite ball, it was nowhere to be found. There were two holes that I imagined were the front and back doors of a rock chuck condo.

Thinking I searched the wrong bush, I went to the next one. When I looked back, a rock chuck peeked out of the hole and neener neenered me. Let’s just say my favorite ball didn’t belong to me anymore.

And this is what my summer entails. It is full of the fish that got away stories and brilliant ideas that don’t play out the way I imagined them in my head. And now I pass the question to you. What are you doing this summer? In whichever forum you see this, please comment. I may borrow your idea. As in try to do it too. Unless it involves something crazy like eating ants. Then I say, you go, you!

I have a blog for next week started in my journal. So keep an eye out for another author adventure. Until then I hope the week brings you smiles.

xoxoxo
M.H.M

Small Town Scrimmage

My back hurts! I have a kink in my groin, and my baby finger does not bend like it did two days ago. My heart, however, is bursting with pride.

Yesterday morning began like any other day. Fun lessons were set to go. I knew from history, it was not a sit down and write quietly day. The junior high team had a football game planned. On football days they are a little more “enthusiastic” than normal.

giphy-downsizedCase in point. The old way: I start my explanation of the lesson saying something like,  “Every group needs a set of highlighters….”

Five to seven boys would jump out of their chairs and launch into an all out race to the back of the room. Imagine with me: Chairs toppling from the momentum. But that doesn’t stop them. They simply hurtle the obstacle and heaven help the individual that is between them and the well organized supplies in the back of the room.  In a matter of thirty seconds, we have witnessed the opening scene to the actual Hunger Games. Oblivious of the girl wincing because a toppled chair hit her in the knee, the victor while brandishing  five brightly colored markers declares, “I took care of it for us.”

Nope, I don’t make that mistake anymore. We have vocab battles set up on Classcraft. They have alliances and are battling against a big purple animal thingy to gain 500xp and 75 gold coins. This battle will be a mental one.

22549566_10212033088316395_7570032453164356018_nIn a further show of support, I spent the morning decorating myself in fanfare also known as the Jamberry wraps with the school mascot, logo, and colors.  I had my new school shirt, and my headband and shoes to finish the theme. Win or lose, our junior high football team was going to know they had a die-hard fan. I could feel it in my gut, the kids were going to have a great day.

Except, it didn’t happen the way we planned. When we arrived, we all learned that the other team forfeited the game.  The boys were sad, mad, disappointed and did not care one bit that I thought they were the best team ever. Then a follow-up announcement came over the PA system. The junior high team was playing at the end of the day. Their competition was the alumni. “What is alumni?” they asked. I named off a couple of the kids they’d remember. “Jackson, Tyler, Sam.”

Their eyes grew wider with each name drop. “Jackson cannot be tackled. He hurdles people.”

In my finite wisdom, my response was in line with the gladiators. “Then grab his leg as he jumps over you and pull him down.”

Kids were scared. Hindsight told me that I shouldn’t have been quite that encouraging. But I digress. Back to the story.

Then came the unexpected call. “Hey, how do you feel about playing in the game against the junior high kids?”

Before I share my answer I’d like to interject that I do not know how to throw, catch or handle a football. The shape confuses my senses. My helpful side did not seem to care. It said, “sure.”  The helpful side inferred that they had to have asked me for show. You know have the peppy teacher on the sidelines. That’s my gig and I’m good at it.

Just in case, the study hall lesson hour was in the gym with the kids teaching me how to throw a and catch a football. With every drop of the ball, they had a pointer. With every wobble, there was a comment on how to improve it. At the end of the hour, I was a little more confident and they got 500xp points to fight against the purple thingy because they experienced life from the teacher/coach perspective. That in itself was priceless. Right? This is where life was chuckling at what was soon to happen.

It turned out that the “alumni” team was a motley crew of people pulled together in the two hours between the announcement and the end of the school day.  The history teacher was the quarterback. He graduated from the high school in 1985. The business teacher, and a dad of one of the players, were receivers.  The older brother of one of the players and the current Student Council president played receiver and linemen. I was on the field because I knew how the flags worked.

giphyThe looks on the boys’ faces probably matched the look on mine the first time I felt the strong shove on my bad shoulder as one of my little darlings blocked me. I did not know pushing was permitted in flag football. When the stars faded and I remembered where I was, I yelled, “You did not teach me how to do that!”

And their response of, “You didn’t ask,” floored me. That was it. Game on. I still couldn’t catch a ball. They didn’t need me to throw a ball. It got real. I snatched at and caught a couple flags. The older brother full on tackled his younger brother for the ball. The kids got all strategic and tricked us into going offsides. Twice.  I  had to throw out a couple bags of Skittles mid-play to keep a couple of them away from my flag. One of my affable ten-year-old who loves the Dork Diaries books growled at me… He gave me a full snarly faced grr.

Then it happened. The people who read Piece of Cake know what I am talking about. When I am not teaching, I am the school librarian. Those lessons from earlier in the day proved useful and the school librarian crossed the goal line with a football in her hands.

Kids were shocked. I danced. And the game went on. Until twenty minutes later when the “Alumni” team limped with exhaustion.

I am sorry the original team forfeited, but I am not. There was a larger lesson here. Our community is here for the kids always. Four of the six people on our team had bad knees, hips or backs. Without hesitation, we went out there to let those boys prove how tough they were. And, Wow! They embraced the opportunity.  Parents cheered on the sideline and the high school football team coached those boys throughout the game. Those boys can say a lot of things about our small town and at the top of the list is we are there for them as much as possible. And we are. We do it with the hope that when they have a problem or deal with a character lesson in the absence of adult influence, they’ll remember they have a community of people who are rooting for them to come out of the problem a winner.

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P.S. they won the game by one point.
Until the next post.

xoxoxo
M.H.M

The first book in the Small Town Stories is scheduled for release on Amazon. They are shorter reads intended to deliver a happily ever after in less than two hours.

Piece of Cake, the first book in the series,  was inspired when I was handing out cake at a high school graduation and two people reached for the same fork. I don’t know about the people in the experience, but for a moment I was transported to a time and a place that eventually became this story.  Here is a link to the Instagram post where I decided to share the world in my head.  Four months later, the story is real.

And this is the part where I introduce you to the characters:  When Lacey reached for a piece of cake, she accidentally picked up the hand of Mr. Golden Eyes, Colton Hughes. He captured her heart and disappeared into the crowd of people leaving her to think it was a momentary crush. The next time they met she ended up on her back under a shower of fruit. And thus began her introduction to life in small-town Montana.

From one misunderstanding to the next she wonders if perhaps life would be easier if she moved to Arizona with her parents. Who cares that the state is so hot people can fry an egg on the ground.

Colton sets out to prove that not only does she fit in perfectly in the small community, but Lacey also belongs by his side.

In this quick read, Lacey will learn that love and laughter are only one step behind the obstacles, and if she will let him, Colton is more than happy to catch her every time.

 

STS_PieceofCake_3DpromoLink to Amazon

The book will be available on October 20th.

 

 

Marry Me Kate

This is an excerpt from the fourth book in the Ashbrook, Montana series. The book is free for this weekend only. If you like what you’ve read so far, click the link at the bottom of the story and get yourself a copy. It goes back to regular price on July 24th.

Kate overheard someone whisper, “I think it’s Sam and Kate from the airplane. Maybe they’re making up.”

“You and I have a history. We have a common bond. You just met pretty boy this morning, and here you are almost kissing him.”

This was not Sam talking. Kate knew it. The Sam she knew talked about engines, fishing, and stunts he pulled with his friends. The Sam she knew pined for his wife that left him twelve years ago. The painful truth slapped her. The Sam she knew ignored her until another man showed interest. She was just a toy he was at risk of losing. To keep her resolve, Kate reminded herself of these things.

“And stop thinking,” he yelled. “You do that when you’re in a situation and you want to say the right thing. You’re not a mother right now. You don’t have to be logical. I’ll tell you the right thing to say. Say something like Sam you’re right, or what the hell let’s give it a go.”

She tried to think of something that would hurt him to make him go away. “Sam, you go outside to pee sometimes.”

“That’s your best argument? I hunt Kate. Pretty boy may know the right thing to say, but I know what to do.”

The intensity of his demeanor declined and brightened with revelation. “You’re playing hard to get. Why didn’t I think of that sooner?”

“Where do you get these things from?” she asked. “I’m not playing anything.”

Satisfied with his conclusion, Sam said, “Well, kissy, kissy, huggy, huggy time with Luke is over. I will block every attempt he makes at taking you from me.”

“Sam!” Kate scolded, “That’s what dolphins do.”

The eagerness in his voice changed to that of a driven man. He pointed at her. “And, that is the Kate I want. The one who knows how to keep up with me.”

Link to Marry Me Kate on Amazon

Jesse’s Girl

Streams of sunlight streamed through the branches of the tree behind the gravestone. One ray seemed to be pointing at the name: Jesse Duncan March 4,1978-July 11, 2015. Annie Duncan offered a sad smile in response. Nature was sending some sort of a sign. She wished she knew what it was.

One of the flowers in the vase was turned in the wrong direction. Annie bent down to readjust it to align with the others. It shouldn’t have mattered, but it for some reason unknown to her it did. She stepped away from the flowers to assess how they’d look from a distance. Pleased with the slight alteration, Annie gave them a nod of approval.

“Noah’s working at the clinic. They really needed another doctor. So everyone was happy about him coming back to town. But I suppose you knew that was going to happen.” She pressed her lips together. “You always told me that he wanted what we had. People say that sort of a thing all the time.” Annie threw a furtive glance at the car parked on the gravel path and took a deep breath. “Then again, you said you’d be back in time for supper.” Her frown was so deep she felt the dark cloud loom over her head. “I sold that four-wheeler as soon I saw Jesse eyeing it the way you used to. Like father like son.” Her chuckle was more from sadness than appreciation of the similarity. There was no way I was letting it take both of you from me.” Her anger dissipated as quickly as it appeared, “We’re using the money for a down payment on a pickup for him. You know he’s excited about that.”

She pulled a slip of paper out of her pocket. “Anyway, I came to tell you that once again you won. I should have known you’d argue with me even after you left. I didn’t believe it at first. But when Jesse and Noah started taking your side it took all the steam out of my boat.” It was as though her world was on mute and the sound had returned. Some birds in the tree above her chirped loudly. Maybe they were arguing with her. Annie’s eyes searched through the branches to find where exactly they were. The last thing she wanted was a present from above. Just in case she stepped out of the shadow into the sunlight.

When she heard the car door shutting she knew her time with Jesse was coming to a close. “I will love you always, Jesse Duncan. Nothing will ever change that.” The crunch of the grass beneath the footsteps counted down the time she had remaining. Annie took one last breath. “I’ll be by again soon. I promise.”

“Hey, Jesse.” Noah’s eyes clouded and cleared. He slipped his hand into Annie’s and fiddled with the diamond ring on her finger. “I’m sorry to have to cut this short. If we don’t leave soon we’ll be late for Jesse’s graduation.”

Annie nodded and pulled the slip of paper out of her pocket. She released her hold on Noah’s hand and noted how quickly the coolness from its absence discomforted her. “I’m bringing this back to you. To let you know you won.” She looked into Noah’s almond brown eyes. “And, I’m not mad about it anymore.”

A small smile formed at the corner of his lips. It was the same smile he gave her when he showed her the note the first time. Annie folded the note until it fit in the palm of her hand. It fit perfectly in the gap between the flowers and the vase.

With her task completed, she returned to Noah’s side and took his hand. They headed toward the car in reverent silence.

Noah stopped for one last looked at the grave. He whispered, “Thank you, Jesse. I’ll make sure to do right by her.” This time Annie gave his hand a gentle tug.

Her heart wasn’t as broken as she thought it was after all.

 

The note Annie placed in the vase

 

 


Chapter Eleven-It’s Going to Happen A Lot

As hard as they hoped for a storm to save them from attending Dolph’s party, it never happened. In the meantime, they practiced looking at each other’s mouths when they spoke. This way if forced into a conversation with Dolph, they’d have a chance.

“I don’t think he’s going to do anything,” Caitlin encouraged and offered an alternative reason for the party. “Maybe he wants to introduce his fiancee.”

“Did you see him around any women when you were there?” Selene asked.

“Well, no,” Caitlin admitted.

“Why did the boys get most of the powers?” Selene moaned.

Her sisters raised eyebrows contradicted her statement.

“The ability to talk to dead people is not a power. And if you think about it, in the end, everybody gets that.”

Her tone was so matter of fact it struck her sisters as being quite humorous. They fell into a fit of soft giggles until the contagious mirth had everyone in the back of the wagon laughing.

One time when Angelica was worried about a disagreement between Selene and Marjorie damaging their relationship, their mother chose to let the girls pursue their own resolution and offered Angelica some wisdom. She said, “Ninety percent of the things we worry about never come true.” Instead of allaying her fears, Angelica worried about what she overlooked.

When they arrived at the party, she found that all of their worries were unfounded. Several wagons and horses hitched to the front gate of the farm hinted at the enormity of the party. Further in, they saw more than 100 people milling around the farm. Several women wore what could best be described as pantaloons or puffy pants with legs that ballooned out from the seams. Others had their hair up in bows and wore variations of gingham and calico longer dresses. While the girls looked down at their steampunk outfits, Selene stated the obvious. “I think we won’t have any problems with people bothering us.”

“I feel better,” Peter exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I mean not that you don’t fit in.” He waved his hands in front of him. “Erase that comment from the record. I mean to say, I feel better with all these people here. It means we may not run into Dolph.”

As if mentioning his name summoned his presence, Dolph appeared from the middle of a group of men dressed in long sleeve shirts and black leather vests.

Peter’s eyed hardened, and he growled under his breath, “How does he do that?”

Selene pushed to the front of the group and as they practiced. She thanked Dolph for the invitation and showed him the biscuits. “Where can I put these?”

Dolph pointed to a buffet table inside the entrance of his barn. He said, “I’ll walk with you,” and led the group of friends to the barn stopping every couple feet to introduce them to the nearest person. Every time any of them tried to sneak away, Dolph ushered them back into the group.

“He’s trying to make it hard on Dan,” Demetrius whispered to Eugene. “When we leave people are going to ask Dan about us.”

After that, Demetrius tucked his glasses into his pocket and added bits of information that hinted they were visiting cousins from out of state to whoever heard the introduction.

One of the girls cooed at him, “You have the most amazing green eyes.”

Caught off guard by the compliment Demetrius thanked her. She was wearing beige pantaloons and the headband meant to keep her hair in place matched the bow on the front of her blouse. “If you aren’t going to be here long, and my father isn’t here to hear me be so bold, I’m going to spend as much time with you as I can. She nodded her head in the opposite direction. “If you want I can show you something from around the garden.” Demetrius swallowed hard, squeaked a response of ”Yeah, sure,” and allowed himself to be led away from the group by her.

“That was disgusting,” Selene whispered in Brian’s ear. Except he didn’t hear her because a girl wearing a blue gingham dress waved at him. She rewarded his wave back to her with a shy smile and slowly turned to walk in another direction while looking back occasionally to see if Brian was following her. He left without mentioning to anyone else where he was headed.

Caitlin remembered watching shark week on the Discovery Channel. The fish huddled into a circle while the sharks swam into the group and picked off fish like they were taking a bite out of an apple. Like the fish in the video, they helplessly awaited the fate certain to come. She grabbed hold of Eugene’s hand. “You stay with me. Do you understand?”

He forcefully pulled his hand away from her and said, “I’m not a baby, you don’t have to hold my hand.” In the instant he let go of her, a girl with wavy red hair approached him. Waving a pair of pliers in front of her, she said, “I heard you’re the one who can help me.”

Like a moth to the flame, Eugene went forward. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I can help you.” He threw Caitlin a cross look. “Some people around here know I’m smart.”

A stunned Caitlin stood there with her mouth agape as Peter was dragged away by a muscular girl.

Selene pat Caitlin on the shoulder. “You should be used to this by now. It’s going to happen a lot.” Caitlin tried to walk away, and Selene pulled her back by the arm. “Oh no, you don’t. You’re not leaving us alone with the stalker.”

“I thought I should get used to being alone,” Caitlin sniped back. Expecting the situation to escalate, she was surprised when Selene’s temper softened. “I meant that as a word from the wise, not to you personally. They say we are fickle, but it’s the boys who are that way.” She rolled her eyes and pointed at Damien who was following a girl like she had him on a leash. “Look at how easily our heroes left us to fend for ourselves. Penelope told me we girls were going to have to stick together. I didn’t realize she meant this week.”

With the agreement that they were not to go anywhere alone, the girls broke up into groups of two and three. First, they sampled the variety of foods on the buffet table. Andrea commented that the only difference between the party they were attending and a party from their time was the clothes. Otherwise, it was pretty much the same. People nibbled on sandwiches and sweets while a band played country songs their fourth-grade teacher taught them. If people weren’t talking, they were singing along with the band. In the corner, a small group of people danced a two step. Scattered around the barn people talked, drank and made merry.

Not knowing anyone made enjoying the party difficult. After a short amount of time, they were ready to go home. As if he sensed their disinterest, Dolph’s brother tried to engage them in a game of horseshoes. They played three rounds and Andrea won all three. After that, Duane grew disinterested in the girls and went off to be with somebody who was more fair competition.

Dolph tried enlisting their help with cleanup. Selene and Andrea responded to his attempts with icy glares that were so intense he stepped away from the group. Speaking like he was a rodent trying to escape the jaws of the lion, he said, “You know where to find me if you need something.” Before they had time to ask anything he bolted into the crowd of people.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to look him in the eye,” Caitlin cautioned her friend’s boldness.

To which Selene winked and said, “Apparently, like a lot of people, he doesn’t know how to handle angry eyes.” Her broad smile assured her friends she hadn’t been enchanted by Dolph.

Deciding for the group it was time to go home, Selene went after the first boy in the group she could find. Nicholas was off in a corner with a girl discussing a book. Since she hadn’t seen the book, Selene guessed it belonged to the girl. She stood beside Nicholas for a couple of minutes and waited for his attention. When that didn’t work, she used her nice voice and whispered in his ear, “We’d like to leave.”

Without turning to look at her, Nicholas said, “Okay, I’ll catch a ride home with somebody else.”

Selene’s face dropped. Changing tack she tried her mean voice. “Nicholas, it is time to go now.”

Waving her away like she was a fly, Nicholas said, “Fine then go.”

“Really, go without me.” Nicholas, who seemed annoyed with the conversation added, “It’s not like we don’t know where we live.”

“But it’s going to be dark soon,” Selene whined.

“Then we’ll head out in the morning.” He shifted his position so Selene was looking at the back of his neck.

Caitlin opened her mouth to joke and repeat what Selene said to her earlier when Eugene left her stranded.

Selene held her finger in the air as a warning. “Don’t even think about saying it.”
The girls tried to hide their bemused smiles which resulted in the five of them laughing.

They found Dan and Ella who seemed ready to go home too. Dan speaking with paternal wisdom said that enticing the unwilling boys to return with them to the farm would cause an unwanted scene and the best strategy was to let them return home on their own.

“Look at it this way,” Ella consoled. “This might be our last chance for girl time before you leave. I say let’s take it.”

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Author Note: Dolph’s plan of divide and conquer seems to work every time. It’ll be interesting to see how the girls try to gain the upper hand.

Thank you for reading this chapter and let me know what you think of the story.

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M.H.M