In order to help your choice of book along, I’m including the first typed page of each. I’m not going beyond the first typed page, though. Just the first 500 words or so – even if it stops in the middle of a sentence. It will be fun! Trust me.
Presented in order they are listed in the post.
“Mom! Where are my Vans?”
“Where did you leave them, Aiden?”
“If I could tell you that, I’d know. Oh, shit…. Never mind. Found ’em.”
“Honey, where are my car keys?”
“Check yesterday’s pants.”
“Got ’em!” her husband called. “Boys, move it along!”
“Can I drive, Dad?” Burl asked.
“No, Dad. Please, for the love of God, do not let him,” Corin, the youngest, entreated. “I want to get to school alive.”
“I’m a very good driver!” his older brother fussed.
“Yeah. You and Rain Man. Great in the driveway.”
“Lunches?” Deirdre said over the mayhem.
“Going to McDonald’s,” Aiden said. “Riding with Lance and his girlfriend.”
“Can I go?” Corin asked as they headed out the door.
“Oh, sure. We want the lame ass freshman along.”
“He won’t even let me go,” Burl whined. “Why would he let you?”
“I’m cuter than you.”
“Goodbye!” Deirdre called, blowing kisses.
“Bye, Mom!” the boys chorused.
Her husband, Fred, stopped at the door and gave her a kiss. “Bye, darling. See you in a few.”
“Love you,” he replied, giving her another kiss.
“Get a room, you two,” Corin yelled, laughing hysterically at his supposed joke. Both brothers socked him. “Ouch! Baby Brother abuse!”
“Shut it, Cor,” they said in unison.
Closing the door, Deirdre Partridge leaned against it. Finally, all three boys in high school. Aiden was a senior, Burl a junior and Corin a freshman. Her boys were evenly spaced, almost exactly two years apart, but Aiden had a late September birthday, which held him back a year. No end of bother for him, especially since he and his brothers were avid golfers, and the younger two were also on the team.
“Not even seven o’clock,” Deirdre sighed. “Just once, I’d like them to get out of the house without me.”
She poured another cup of coffee and turned on her computer. The elderly tower warmed to life. It might be old, and a little surly, but she loved it. It had long been a friend and companion to her, keeping the boys entertained, helping with research papers, or providing her with hours of Netflix viewing. She could do that on
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