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Saturday, August 20, 2022

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 Welcome to my blog. Today I'd like to share an excerpt from my all time favorite book Blue 52. On Sunday when you finish here you can go to www.wewriwa.blogspot.com for more excerpts from a talented group of authors. 

Blurb:

First Lady Kills President Lovinggood" 

December 5, 2018 

Thirty years later, Hank Lovinggood embarks on a quest to prove his mother's innocence and punish the killers who took his family from him. Together Hank and lovely physicist Dr. Kathryn Sinclair confront an implacable, twisted, and merciless enemy who'll do whatever it takes to hide the truth forever.


Last Week's Excerpt: 

He saw several men in civilian clothes standing near the backhoe, so he and Senator Lovinggood made their way across the cemetery to speak to them. A fat, hearty man met them and pumped both of their hands. “Good morning, gentlemen,” he said. “My name’s Bert Wheeler. I’m from the attorney general’s office. Can I answer any questions for you before we begin?”

Hank shook his head. Nothing Wheeler can say will make this any easier. He prayed this crazy idea wouldn’t be too much for the senator, who hadn’t said one word since they’d gotten out of the Jaguar.

On second thought, he decided his grandfather could probably handle it better than he could. The senator’s face had paled, yet nothing could hide the eager light dancing in his eyes.

Hank couldn’t help feeling excluded yet againSeeing me certainly never brought such a look to Grandpa’s face. He thrust the thought away. I didn’t come here to feel sorry for myself.


Today's Excerpt: Hank and the Senator arrive at the Sinclair Mortuary to view the remains of Hank's mother and father. 

The backhoe roared to life and started to dig. Hank stoically thrust his hands into his pockets and stood ramrod straight. He felt like sitting down and crying, but he’d be damned if he would. Nobody ever told any stories about his father whimpering and crying, and he wouldn’t do it either. His father wouldn’t know one way or the other, but he’d know. If he didn’t behave with decorum and restraint, it would haunt him until the day he died.

It seemed to take forever for the first coffin to see the light of day. Hank watched as cemetery workers placed the coffin on a dolly that carried it to the back of a hearse. He had no doubt in his mind that he had just seen his father’s coffin. For some reason he had thought it would be bronze colored, but it wasn’t. It was gray.

Unconsciously, he had moved a few feet toward the hearse. His stomach quivered when he saw the presidential seal emblazoned across the top of the coffin. It was his father, all right.

5 comments:

  1. Hank doesn't have to show his emotions. We know that he's feeling them. What a scene! Well done.

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  2. The scene just grabs the reader with stark visuals that spark all the right reactions. Great job.

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  3. I can't imagine how that would feel. But wanting to hold it together because it's what his father would have done is so telling about him. Great snippet! Tweeted.

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