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Genre - Contemporary Women's Fiction
Rating - PG13
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Page 99 finds main character Catherine happy to
be in Portland, Maine, and away from her family farm in fictional Burkesville,
Wisconsin. This is her first Christmas without her family, something she is
relishing.
Catherine sets out for her friend and co-worker
Patsy Allen’s home where she has been invited for Christmas dinner. Patsy never
really talks about her family, so Catherine is interested to see who will greet
her on the other side of the door.
From page 99, “Until My Soul Gets It Right (The
Bibliophiles: Book Two)”
...walked
by LaFemme. She was going to flip out when she opened it. For Mr. and Mrs.
Allen, Catherine chose a sweet- faced Santa dressed in green carrying a walking
stick from Christmas Bells, of course. She bunched four Little
House on the Prairie candy sticks and tied them
together with red ribbon for Patsy’s brothers. She had been warned about their
potential for rowdiness, which was almost a deal breaker. Who wanted to spend
Christmas with some snot-nosed kids? It had to be better than Elbert Farm,
though. Right about now, Clara would be lugging in ten pounds of potatoes that
needed to be peeled, cut, boiled and mashed, while the men took up residence on
the sofa watching football, then basketball on TV.
“They work hard every day. Deserve a
holiday, that’s fer sure,” her mother would say every year. “Now, get to it,
Catherine. Those potatoes aren’t gonna peel themselves.”
Not this year, suckers! Make your own
goddamned potatoes. She popped the last gingersnap into her mouth and licked
her fingers.
*****
Patsy
had talked more about Tom Cruise than her family, so Catherine was curious to
see what kind of people lived in this modern Victorian, more streamlined than
most, and free of all the frilly gingerbread. Every window was outlined with
multicolored Italian lights and had matching wreaths hanging from red ribbons
in the center. A gigantic Maine balsam pine wreath adorned the door. She rang
the bell.
“Oh, hi. You must be Catherine. Come on
in.” Dark hair, spiked. Echo and the Bunnymen t-shirt. Black jeans. Black
converse gym shoes. A cousin, perhaps?
The Allen home was large and inviting,
with dark walnut moldings and trim throughout. An ornate fireplace in the...
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