Sunday, January 2, 2011

We Interrupt This Date for Sample Sunday

Short Excerpt from a Random Chapter for Sample Sunday

Skills or no skills, I couldn’t go into business with her. T. Chandler was a successful businessman, but he hadn’t exactly left me rolling in riches when we split. I discovered, too late, that he’d found a way to legally transfer most of his assets out of the country. I was left to cling to the house I’d gotten in the settlement—not yet paid for—and a small savings account, along with an alimony check that didn’t cover expenses. I’d had to refinance the house and take the first job I’d been that came along--an office position in a loan company slash pawnshop.
“To be honest, you probably think T. Chandler Caraway, the cheating weasel, left me pretty well taken care of, but that didn’t happen. I don’t have a dime to invest. Thanks for thinking of me, though,” I finished lamely.
Veronica drummed her fingers on the table. The last word I uttered barely had time to clear my lips before she said, “I didn’t, for one second, think that bastard would have given you more than he absolutely had to. You should have shoved him out in front of a bus and collected his life insurance while you were still married.”
A pink-sneakered woman at the next table choked on her soup of the day. Veronica shot her a mind-your-own-business look.
“Veronica, there was no husband murdering as you well know. So the fact remains, I have no money and it isn’t fair to ask you to take all the risk.” I held out my hands, showing empty palms.
“I’m willing to put up the money and you’ll supply the time and energy. Case closed.”
She’d made her plan sound as foolproof at the blueprints to a doghouse. But then, I still didn’t know what she had in mind. I pictured a trendy antique shop on King Street or Broad, not that I knew anything about antiques. Maybe a gift shop or a boutique. Not that I was an expert on gifts or fashion, either. Oh, God, what could I do? Veronica was kind, but I couldn’t let her do this. I’d been told I was a terrific mother, but unless Veronica planned to open up a daycare, that wasn’t exactly a plus in a business venture. Besides being the mother of one spoiled son in college didn’t qualify me for working in childcare, either.
I shook my head. “I can’t. But I have to know--this business would be?”
“Ghost tours.” She pasted on an “everything’s settled” expression and folded her hands in front of her like a tiny tent. 

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  1. I love this line--A pink-sneakered woman at the next table choked on her soup of the day. Veronica shot her a mind-your-own-business look.

    So me. Yes, definitely so me. Thank you for sharing.

  2. I like the humor. Sure makes me think twice about getting a divorce. The bus idea does sound like a better alternative. lol Thanks for the sample.

  3. Hi Linda: I finally got over here to see how you do your sample sunday maneuver. So I'm guessing you write the excerpt as a regular blog post and simply post it at precisely 12:00 p.m.? My blog goes out via twitter when I post.

    You are an interesting woman with a complicated life and I admire your good humor and generosity.
    It was my good fortune that you notice me. Thank you for all.

  4. Hi, Consuelo. Thanks for stopping by. You don't have to post at 12:00 P.M. on Sample Sunday. I start mine early, which is when I'm most likely to have a chance to get online at the weekend. Some people post their sample on their website or direct people to their online sample at KB, but I like to blog it so people can leave comments.