The novel you are about to read is a work in progress. What I am posting here is the raw, unedited draft – complete with typos and mistakes… The finished project will be vastly different. I started this project in 2011 and I stopped working on it abruptly to let it cook for a while…
While I’m writing a much better version, you can read the old draft while the new one is being completed. Essentially, you get to read a version free, and if you liked what you read, you can purchase the complete polished version from book retailers everywhere.
I began writing this before I wrote and published my first book. The writing is far from my best… but there’s a story here, kids. The title is a working title. And again, I stress this is a very rough draft, cringeworthy (at least to me) to read in some places, but I thought this would be a fun way for you to read a developing work, and then read a finished product.
Enjoy...
Chapter Six
“I wish you wouldn’t lie to me, Larry.”
Larry peered up from behind the breakfast menu. “Excuse me, Cheryl ?”
“I’m going to ask you a question. And you’re going to lie to me.”
Larry looked around the Breakwater Diner nervously. It was more crowded than usual for a Thursday morning. He tried to look surprised. But he knew exactly what she was going to ask him. “What are you talking about? Has your Jesus made you a prophet now?”
“That was hurtful, Larry.”
He put the menu down. “I’m sorry. But you did just call me a liar. And you haven’t asked me anything.”
“Okay, fair enough.” She squeezed lemon into her tea. “What did you do last night?”
“Revised my syllabus for the Shakespeare course. Watched television.”
“There. Now I can call you a liar.”
Larry was shaking his head, “Cheryl …”
“This would be so much easier for both of us if you were just honest.”
Larry was getting angry. “What did you do last night, Cheryl ?”
“I attended my Wednesday evening Bible study.”
“Really? Were there women there, Cheryl ? Where there any men at this Bible study?”
She slammed her hand down on the table. She’d never done this with him before. Some of her tea spilled. “That was uncalled for.”
