Roy sighed, and then said, “Rachel, I would love Friday, but I already promised a friend that we would spend the night together, and-- ” “You can’t back out of that.” “Yeah, thanks for understanding.” “You shouldn’t want to back out of it,” Rachel said, displaying some DuFresne common sense. “Friends are hard to come by. I tell you what?” “Hum?” “This’ll sound stupid.” “I’m up for stupid,” Roy said. “What it... you were like my date to the funeral? And then we could go out, and do ...
i i i “CAN I CONFESS SOMETHING?” “You’re a man trapped in a woman’s body?” “Hardly that deep.” Mackenzie said. He picked up a pebble and ran a pace ahead of Ian. He threw it into the deep blue ocean. Ian ran after him. “What I was going to say,” Mackenzie said, “is that I generally expect things to go badly. I just knew it would rain the whole time. Or I’d be stuck with someone I hated.” “Instead we’re the ridiculous duo,” Ian said. “I wouldn’t say that,” Mackenzie told Ian. T...
The long and short of it: Vaughan admitted he was cool, his best friend, Mackenzie Foster, admitted he was gay. Ian Cane joined their circle of friends. His little cousin Roy came along. Roy wanted his own friends. Roy found Ryan Foster. Tina found Luke Madeary. Luke found out that he doesn't have to live in a factory. Cedric Fitzgerald found out that his house is big enough to be a virtual hotel. Madeleine, Vaughan's older sister, found out she still has feelings for her ex. Madeleine gets b...
While Ian drove to the little white house on 1610 Allen Street, he told Mackenzie what Roy had said to him last night. “At first I wasn’t sure if I should say anything, but then I thought you’d understand,” Ian said. “He’s like my brother. I guess he’s like how Vaughan is to you. You know? And so I watch out for him. And I kind of want him to know he’s not just tagging along. That he is wanted,” Ian said as they approached the little house. Ian did not hit the horn, which surprised Macken...
I beheld her, beautiful as a dove, rising above the waterbrooks; and her raiment was filled with perfume beyond all price. Even as the springtime was she girded with rosebuds and lilies of the valley... - The Song of Songs SINCE CHILDHOOD, MACKENZIE HAS MADE fun of me for using big words and reading all the time, for just being plain strange. It’s not a bad funmaking. He just shakes his head or rush...
FOR OVER THREE YEARS NOW what Martina Foster would tell no one, not even Madeleine, was how her imagination had been taken up with Luke Madeary. She would have dyed her hair black a long time ago if not for Luke Madeary. His hair was not black, but it was very dark and it hung almost to his shoulders. It had flecks of gold in it, and it was because she knew details like this, like how his hair was not brown so much as a dark, glittering copper, that she kept him to herself. She kept how he sat...
Post Date: Sat Jan 24, 12:18:14 PM "Planning to write is not writing. Outlining, researching, talking to people about what you're doing, none of that is writing. Writing is writing. . . . Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way." --E.L. Doctorow This could not be truer. If you're calling yourself a writer, please sit down and write something. As long as you're talking about writing somethi...
It is approaching blizzard weather today. I am really a little tired of winter by now. Shovel once, and an hour later it is time to shovel snow again. Not paying enough attention to outside weather I leave home in sneakers and it's a miracle that my feet aren't soaked through wading in the snow. This afternoon I go mass at Saint Jame's Cathedral. It's always in the little chapel and the main church is closed up except for Sunday, but today I see a hearse and two black Cadillacs and remember ...
A FEW WORDS FROM THE AUTHOR: as we go into the second part of chapter six where things come to a head for our friends and sides are taken, lines are drawn, I would like to say thank you to all who have written in with your comments and support. When I began writing this tale two, nearly three years back, the first thing in my mind was the question of who would ever read it. I had to trust that if I threw it out into the universe, the right people would find it, and so they a...
C H A P T E R S I X VAUGHAN FITZGERALD WAS NOT READY for Monday He wanted to go back to the monastery. He wanted to go back to the womb. The whole world had changed in a few days. Well then how come everything still looked the same? How come it was still January going on February. And no, he realized, the whole world had not changed. ...
Although I hide it my love shows in my face So plainly that he asks me, are you thinking of something? --Taira No Kanemori C H A P T E R F O U R WHEN SHE SAYS, “OH I think Ian should ask?” even though Ian is taken aback, he waits for the rationale behind Tina’s suggestion to show itself. “Well,” Tina s...
v. AFTER ROY AND RACE HAD left, Mrs. Cane said, “Such a lovely night, too.” “Yeah,” mumbled Ian. He and his mother stood at the open door on the stoop, watching the car go south down the farm road, back into town. It still smelled like summer, like wet grass and the remnants of sun, and the Cane house was set back off the country road and wrapped in trees and shrubbery. The sun wasn’t down completely, and the sky was filled with the memory of the passing day. Ian, content for it ...
Tina was sitting in the middle of the large, heavily quilted bed, finishing up her western civ when she heard the three times knock, the space, the two knock followed by three more. She stopped, putting down her pen on the notebook and looking to the crucifix overhead. Since she’d made no noise, then the door jiggled open and, down below, there was the opening of a door and then the shutting of it. Footsteps came up from downstairs from the hole near the foot of her bed, and then Mackenzie e...
Virgins in Town C H A P T E R O N E AILEEN FOSTER TRIED TO BRACE herself. All that summer Martina had been going on about how things had to change and how they would. Last week, after saving up all summer for her daughter’s warbrobe, Aileen had said to her, “We’ll go shopping for your Back-To-School clothes on Sunday. After Mass.” But T...