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This week I’m sharing another excerpt from Divorced White Female. It’s from book 3, Finding Myself which won’t go up on the website until June. I hope this whets your appetite for it.
The rule for WIPpet Wednesday is that you have use math and the date to arrive at your excerpt. Math and I are not friends (I’ve said this before). In fact, I took Algebra FOUR times. Twice in high school and twice in college before I was able to leave it behind me. So don’t expect me to use math sensibly. At least not usually. This week I’m going to share an excerpt in which Lylah goes to the Saint Patrick’s day parade in honor of Saint Patrick’s day coming up. That’s easy and didn’t require much math, but I feel like it’s appropriate.
Context: None needed, this is the first few paragraphs of the 3rd book and really explains itself. It is, of course, filled with Lylah’s usual introspection.
Across the street there’s a couple that has caught my eye. I sip my rapidly cooling coffee and watch them. He’s rotund and balding but his smile, especially when he looks at his girlfriend, radiates like the sun, his eyes sparkling with the love he feels. She’s also heavy, and her dirty blond hair is pulled up in a messy bun. Her jeans, faded and stained on one knee, gap when she bends over to pick up the beaded necklace she dropped. They’re laughing together about the green headbands with bobbly eyeballs that they’re wearing, tapping each other’s to make them wobble more.
Why can’t I find someone who wants to share life like that with me?
“You’re very quiet Lylah. What’s going on in that head?” Terry leans on the barrier in front of us so she can make me look at her.
Terry and I have been here for three hours, gossiping and watching the crowd grow. The Saint Patrick’s Day parade is a tradition for us that I’ve always enjoyed. This year I’m watching the happy couples pass the time until it starts and wondering if I’m destined to be alone forever. I shake my head, both to clear my thoughts and dismiss her question. “Nothing.”
“Hmm,” she looks at me with doubt on her face. “Well, I’m hungry. Am I going to get food, or are you?”
I cast a look at the happy couple across the street. “I will. Do you want anything in particular?”
“Nothing sweet. I have a show this week and I can’t afford to gain weight.”
I nod and turn to push through the crowd, taking note of where we are so I can find my way back to her. As I press through the crowd to a small cafe, I think about the men I’ve dated and catalog them in my mind.
Newton was everything I thought I wanted. The problem is I don’t think I knew what I wanted, then or now. Paul was sexy, but so shallow. And Jay, well, he’s joined David in the cess pool of men that don’t deserve to be considered.
Not too far down the road I find a cafe that serves breakfast sandwiches and isn’t too busy. I take my place in line and study the menu so I know what I’ll want when I get to the counter.
The couple in front of me is having an animated discussion and talking so loudly I can’t help but listen.
“I’m sure I’m right.” She says and then looks at me. “I’m right, right?”
I’m not entirely sure what she’s right about and my mouth hangs open for a moment as I try to figure it out.
She fills in the blanks. “He says women are more driven to form relationships than men are. I said, people are individual, and it depends on the person.”
I still don’t know what to say and I smile at her to buy time.
“Are you single? I’m sorry,” she covers her mouth as she gasps, “that was a really personal question. You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”
“Really, Natalie…” the man chides her.
“I don’t mind. I am single.” I smile at her, but I’m still unsure how to answer her question. I am driven to be in a relationship but I’m not sure why I am.
“See?!” She presses her finger into his chest. “She doesn’t need a man to make her whole.”
“But you didn’t ask her if she’d rather be in a relationship. That’s what the question was.”
His attitude towards her makes me think of David and I brush off the feeling. The crowd presses in and stifles me.
“Do you mind telling me?” Her eyes plead with me. “I won’t judge you, I promise.”
Do you think she’ll answer them or ignore them? If she answers will it be truthful? Only time will tell. Pop on over to Divorced White Female where you can catch up on the chapters that have been published and subscribe for more. As each book is finished, it will be available in e-book format for download if you prefer not to read on the web. Thanks for stopping by. If you want to keep up with my Manic Ways, you can find me on Twitter and Facebook where I post and live tweet while I’m working.
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