All this week I’m thinking, Where were you on December 7, 1941? I was on my way to elementary school when my cousin Eddy ran to me crying, “The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and we’re at war.” Most of you, my friends in this writing community weren’t born back the in “the day of infamy” as President Roosevelt framed it. The unspeakable, unforgivable act of violence that took the lives of hundreds of military personnel on that black day in history. Forgive me. I can never get the image out of my mind.
On to the joy of writing and sharing our snippets. Last week, the book within my book intrigued you all. As a writer, I’m thrilled when this happens. Some of you wondered why a close encounter that didn’t seem to be such a big deal was blown out of proportion by Sally. Remember, she’s been a homemaker for about thirty five years and suddenly an attractive man comes on to her. But Lance stirred something inside her and she felt as if she’d cheated on her husband just with a thought. The book of advice wiped clean had a new place on the lowest shelf toward the end. Just in case. And knowing how seductive and soothing food is to Steve, Sally started risotto rice, defrosted pork tenderloin for two.
When Steve opened the front door, weary after a long day of physical work, he’d sniff the aroma of dinner almost ready and maybe she’d have time to prepare apple dumplings for dessert.
excerpt in eight:
A rainbow of sails on the Hudson river billowed with the wind as a race began, each sailboat displayed different colors; cheers from the east side echoed across the always cold water.
Strictly business, Sally reminded herself, and pheromones be damned, she concentrated on the menu and avoided eye contact with Lance on this gorgeous day outside under an awning on the wrap- around deck.
She ordered pancakes and they arrived right away; his smoldering gaze heated the syrup as she poured more than enough to drown the large perfect pancake on her plate.
“Sally, ever since we met I can’t get you out of my mind; I’m not sleeping or eating.”
“Lance, I’m just a middle aged woman at the beginning of a new phase in my life and that doesn’t mean I’ll make the mistake of pushing someone away who has loved me for thirty five years.”
“All right, you’re mine, Sally, in business because I don’t want anyone else to grab your talent before we have a chance to work together.”
Relieved brunch ended, Sally rose, bumped into Lance on the way up and found herself wrapped in his powerful arms, their lips together. She didn’t break away until his tongue, like a heat seeking missile, plunged into her mouth and then she pushed him away with “No.”
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