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Divided Chapter 25Eris snorted, her eyes flew open as the loud bang invaded her dreams. She looked around the interior of the truck cab until her gaze settled on Joebo who wore a wide smile.
“Those concrete slabs'll jar your teeth loose for sure.”
Eris stretched, arms as high as they could go. She saw Joe Bozeman, 'Joebo for short but y'all can call me anythin' you want, darlin', steal a glance at her chest. She was glad she'd chosen to wear her white lace halter top and short shorts. After all, they'd gotten her the ride.
“MmmMMM, you're as pretty as you are talented.” Joebo slapped the steering wheel.
Okay, maybe the blow job had helped.
“How far out are we?” Eris pressed her nose to the window and peered into the darkness at the lights of a small town in the distance.
“I'd say about an hour, roughly. This late at night, shouldn't be no trouble. We get off ninety-five, take the tunnel in. I gotta be at St. Luke's by midnight.”
She pulled her legs up, tuc
Divided Chapter 24When he walked into the sitting room, Ingrid, who was sitting on the floor with Edie and the twins, watching them play, stood up and gave a small bow. Astrid was on her feet at once, rushing to wrap herself around his legs.
“Papa! Oh Papa!”
Brynn was slower to move and he held back until Loki waved him over.
“Are you angry with Mama?”Brynn whispered in his ear as he knelt down to gather them in his arms.
“Of course not.”
“They had a fight,” Brenna added, “Everything is better now.”
Loki stood up again though Astrid kept hold of his hand. “Where are Cait and Fen?”
“Cait is with Eidra,” Ingrid pointed above her, “Fen is with Gunnar somewhere in the woods. They left this morning to fish.”
Loki took Astrid's hand and gave it to Ingrid, “Stay here, my little sparrow. I must speak with your mama alone.”
“Will you come back downstairs to play?” she looked at him pleadingly.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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