Welcome to Saturday Sample. For the past few weeks I've been sharing samples from Blue 52. So far we've learned that President Richard Lovinggood was murdered by his wife who then committed suicide. Their son Hank was raised by his grandfather Senator Henry Lovinggood. A new high speed train is coming through the cemetery where President Lovinggood is buried, and Hank has made plans to open the coffins once they are disinterred so he can see his parents. He was only 3 when they died, and he doesn't really remember them. His grandmother is totally against his plan and has just told him so in no uncertain terms.
“I need a drink,” Senator Lovinggood declared, his voice shaking. “Pour us a bourbon, Hank.”
Hank didn’t like bourbon, but he poured a drink for himself anyway. His father had liked bourbon, which might be why he disliked it; he really didn’t know.
He passed the drink to his grandfather, whose hands looked a bit unsteady. “She didn’t mean it, you know. Elaine was excitable from the first day I met her. You can be grateful she’s mellowed over the years.”
Hank grimaced as he sat down. “She didn’t seem too mellow to me.”
“Oh, she was fired up tonight, but she’s not nearly as high strung as she used to be.” The senator took a long swallow from his glass. “Your dad took after her. It used to cause me no end of trouble.”
Hank cocked his head and leaned forward. “What kind of trouble?” I’ve never heard Grandpa even hint that Dad wasn’t perfect.
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Hank didn’t like bourbon, but he poured a drink for himself anyway. His father had liked bourbon, which might be why he disliked it; he really didn’t know.
He passed the drink to his grandfather, whose hands looked a bit unsteady. “She didn’t mean it, you know. Elaine was excitable from the first day I met her. You can be grateful she’s mellowed over the years.”
Hank grimaced as he sat down. “She didn’t seem too mellow to me.”
“Oh, she was fired up tonight, but she’s not nearly as high strung as she used to be.” The senator took a long swallow from his glass. “Your dad took after her. It used to cause me no end of trouble.”
Hank cocked his head and leaned forward. “What kind of trouble?” I’ve never heard Grandpa even hint that Dad wasn’t perfect.
Blue 52 is available at http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com and at Amazon.com
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