I already knew the story's heroine, but voila, give a woman her own book and she changes up on you. I'm anxious to see what she has to tell me about herself. So far, she's still in the car on her way to the apple orchard. She's worried. Scared. She's not sure about what's to come.
I think they're lonely people. Not only lonely inside, but literally lonely, too. He's always worked and stayed to himself--by choice, not because life has mistreated him. Her life has been a mess and she's both moved around a lot AND been busy, not to mention screwed up by her own poor choices, and she would like to have friends. But she doesn't know how to do it.
They have siblings. He has a brother who stays with him because he doesn't want to change schools. She has a half-sister who's...well, mad.
The H & H share ownership of the orchard. He wants her to buy him out because it makes business sense for both of them. She wants something to call her own and half an orchard seems like a viable thing.
She's divorced and men are way down on her list of Priorities in Life. He's just busy. He works all the time. He likes women, but he's not going to make time for a real relationship.
The person who owns the local winery wants to work together with the orchard. You see a lot of that these days. Either my H or my H doesn't like the idea. The other one does.
I need breakfast...tea...but what do you think of these paragraphs?
Seth came down the ladder. “I know it’s asking a lot, letting me stay with you the whole school year. I cramp your style and all. But, geez, Luke, I don’t want to change schools now. I want to spend my senior year as a Miniagua Lakers running back, not a bench-warmer at some school around Detroit where I don’t know anybody.” He grinned hopefully. “Don’t forget, me being here keeps you off the ladders.”
There you have it. When you need a brainstorming session, you just need one, right? This is what Nan and I do when we are together. After we've solved the world's problems, worried about our kids, made a few (dozen) bitchy remarks about...whatever, and ordered our lunch.There was that. Luke wasn’t precisely afraid of heights, but he wasn’t crazy about them, either. Zoey had nearly laughed her head off when she’d found that out. “Son,” she said, “you do realize you just bought half of sixty acres of fruit trees, right?”
It's been a while since we've been out, so I brought it to the Wranglers instead. We can skip the first parts--although I actually can be bitchy on demand; just ask Duane. I need someone to lead me into this story. What do you think?
Have a great week--but help me out here first!