This week’s snippet is from the updated version of my novella, “Mr. Tall, Tan…& Tasteless.” Hopefully, it, and my updated version of “Mr. Short, Dark…& Funny<” will be available on Amazon. As always, any feedback is much appreciated. This has been edited to fit the line limit.
I cuss her fiancé out under my breath and pull the van into an alley near the condo. I take a deep breath, counting to ten. “What?”
Me and my best friend, Scotty, have been looking after Lorrie since the day she was born. When Dad died, and then Mom a few years later, I’d had to take over. I’d worked extra jobs to make sure Lorrie went to beauty school like she wanted and I’d joined the army and gone to Iraq, then gotten married, and then divorced. I thought Lorrie would be the one who’d have a happy marriage soon, and Hugh could definitely give her a good life. I should have known better. Just when you think everything’s perfect, the conspiracy comes along and snows on your parade.
Lorrie’s sniffles have turned into full-blown sobs. “He was with somebody else named Claudette…
“Claudette was the name of Roy Orbison’s first wife.” I wrap my arms around Lorrie and hug her close. Why I’d made a musical reference just then, I have no idea.