**I wanted to get my blog reader’s opinion on some of the contents in my book (nearly finished, yay), so here is a teaser. Please comment and let me know your feedback–however negative or positive. Also, my mom hates my book so if I can handle my mom’s dislike of it I can sure as hell handle yours…so no worries about being gentle.**
Dad wasn’t a man with a great deal of patience. In a matter of time he was dating a nice lady with the same name as our mom, Linda; once again with two children the exact age as his own. We adored Linda; she played with us and invested a lot of attention in us on our weekends with dad. It was this craving we didn’t even know we needed until she disappeared just as quickly as dad’s girlfriend with the nice tits. I overheard Granny Ben talking on the phone about Dad not being able to get any from Linda so he had to nip it in the bud early, and that she hoped the other one with tits didn’t come back because anyone with tits like that were no good sluts.
My curiosity got the better of me so I thought dad could tell me what Linda wouldn’t give him that made her disappear.
Dad’s gaze jolted to the loveseat where Bubba and I were sitting
“Your Granny Ben told you this,” He asked.
“No,” I thought I said something I shouldn’t have. “She told Aunt Ellen on the phone.”
I sensed that tightness in energy all around me like I had done something I shouldn’t have, and Bubba hit me hard in the arm.
“Shut up dumb butt!”
“Ouch!” I screamed.
“Do you two want a belting,” Dad threatened. “Don’t hit your sister, Bubba.”
“Well she says dumb stuff,” Bubba replied.
“I don’t either,” I defended myself not knowing what I did wrong.
“Your Granny Ben shouldn’t be saying that stuff around you,” He snarled.
“What wouldn’t Linda give you, Dad,” I wanted to know why he was punishing us.
“Shh, Falcon’s Crest is back on,” He pointed to the TV with the clunky silver remote.
Bubba elbowed me, “Shut up Sissy, you’re going to get us in trouble.”
I was getting pretty tired of no one answering my questions! I liked Linda and I wanted to know what we did so wrong that we couldn’t see her again. I got off the hay-colored sofa and marched right in front of the TV and turned it off because Angela Channing was never coming out of the coma anyway!
“What wouldn’t Linda give you, Dad?”
“She wouldn’t give me her candy,” He turned the TV back on with the remote. “She was stingy.”
That was it? Dad broke up with her because she wouldn’t give him candy? My anger simmered to a slight confusion as I walked back and took my seat next to Bubba on the loveseat. Moe Moe was pretty stingy with his Bonkers and would always pretend he didn’t have any candy and eat all mine, so I guess I understood where dad was coming from. It would sure be boring on dad’s weekends without Linda around.