June in August
By
Samantha Sommersby
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JUNE IN AUGUST
Copyright © 2005 SAMANTHA SOMMERSBY
All Romance eBooks, LLC
Clearwater, Florida 33761
www.allromanceebooks.com
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or business establishments, events, or locales is coincidental.
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First All Romance eBooks publication: April 2013
Previously published by Linden Bay Romance: January 2007
I’ll never forget the day Wylie Patton first told me that he loved me. It was the kind of day that my Daddy always called a scorcher. The entire week had been unbearably hot, in fact. For the fourth day in a row the temperature had reached over a hundred. It was terribly muggy and the air felt thick and heavy. It was downright oppressive. But I wasn’t minding the weather at all. Not one bit. I was on a mission. I was going to prove to Wylie Patton that I was all grown up. A woman. I was going to get him to notice me.
I climbed out of my Daddy’s old truck and walked up to the door of the Patton garage. It was almost one o’clock and the door was still locked. “ Back soon ,” the sign hanging in the window said. I smoothed down the skirt of the crisp, white, linen dress that I was wearing and frowned at the wrinkles that had appeared during the short ride over. A wisp of hair escaped what had been a neat French twist and I immediately regretted not using more hairspray. Momma was always going on about the importance of using hairspray. Not for the first time it occurred to me that perhaps I should have listened to Momma.
If I were to be perfectly honest, I’d have to admit that I’d always found listening to my parents difficult. I tried my best to understand them, honestly I did. But then I kind of started to give up. Last night may have cinched it for me. My parents, I think, might be a lost cause.
My brother Sam’s number was called in the lottery yesterday morning. Momma, Daddy and I had just returned from two weeks at the shore. Sam hadn’t been able to go with us this year. He waited until dinner to tell us the news. When he announced that he was planning to leave for Canada the following morning Momma became hysterical. She actually fainted. Daddy put his fist through the dining room wall and told Sam that he was ashamed of him. He called Sam a coward.
That night I was woken from a sound sleep by a loud crash. At first I thought I’d been dreaming. But then I heard it, over the hum of the fan in my bedroom, sobs coming from the bathroom next door. Sam told me to go away when I called out to him, but somehow I knew he didn’t mean it. He had left the door unlocked so I half-closed my eyes and peeked in. He had a rope around his neck and he’d broken the shower-curtain rod. He begged me not to tell Daddy. We cried for an hour together on the bathroom floor. Then I called Doc Lyons. I woke Doc up at 2:00 a.m., I did. Don’t know where I found the courage. I explained the situation, laid it out plain as day. He promised to arrange for an evaluation in Houston with a man he trusted, someone he’d gone to school with. He told me that everything would be all right and I believed him. Doc was a good man.
At eight o’clock, in the middle of breakfast, the telephone rang. My parents were asked to bring Sam to Houston for a complete physical evaluation. The appointment was set for the following day. Predictably, they telephoned my Aunt Laura to let her know they’d be coming. She’s younger than Momma and lives in Houston with her lawyer husband and no children. Momma, apparently, thinks that’s a crime. Within a couple hours the three of them, Momma, Daddy, and Sam,
By
Samantha Sommersby
eBooks are not transferable. They cannot be sold, shared or given away as it is an infringement of the copyright of this work.
JUNE IN AUGUST
Copyright © 2005 SAMANTHA SOMMERSBY
All Romance eBooks, LLC
Clearwater, Florida 33761
www.allromanceebooks.com
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or business establishments, events, or locales is coincidental.
All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
First All Romance eBooks publication: April 2013
Previously published by Linden Bay Romance: January 2007
I’ll never forget the day Wylie Patton first told me that he loved me. It was the kind of day that my Daddy always called a scorcher. The entire week had been unbearably hot, in fact. For the fourth day in a row the temperature had reached over a hundred. It was terribly muggy and the air felt thick and heavy. It was downright oppressive. But I wasn’t minding the weather at all. Not one bit. I was on a mission. I was going to prove to Wylie Patton that I was all grown up. A woman. I was going to get him to notice me.
I climbed out of my Daddy’s old truck and walked up to the door of the Patton garage. It was almost one o’clock and the door was still locked. “ Back soon ,” the sign hanging in the window said. I smoothed down the skirt of the crisp, white, linen dress that I was wearing and frowned at the wrinkles that had appeared during the short ride over. A wisp of hair escaped what had been a neat French twist and I immediately regretted not using more hairspray. Momma was always going on about the importance of using hairspray. Not for the first time it occurred to me that perhaps I should have listened to Momma.
If I were to be perfectly honest, I’d have to admit that I’d always found listening to my parents difficult. I tried my best to understand them, honestly I did. But then I kind of started to give up. Last night may have cinched it for me. My parents, I think, might be a lost cause.
My brother Sam’s number was called in the lottery yesterday morning. Momma, Daddy and I had just returned from two weeks at the shore. Sam hadn’t been able to go with us this year. He waited until dinner to tell us the news. When he announced that he was planning to leave for Canada the following morning Momma became hysterical. She actually fainted. Daddy put his fist through the dining room wall and told Sam that he was ashamed of him. He called Sam a coward.
That night I was woken from a sound sleep by a loud crash. At first I thought I’d been dreaming. But then I heard it, over the hum of the fan in my bedroom, sobs coming from the bathroom next door. Sam told me to go away when I called out to him, but somehow I knew he didn’t mean it. He had left the door unlocked so I half-closed my eyes and peeked in. He had a rope around his neck and he’d broken the shower-curtain rod. He begged me not to tell Daddy. We cried for an hour together on the bathroom floor. Then I called Doc Lyons. I woke Doc up at 2:00 a.m., I did. Don’t know where I found the courage. I explained the situation, laid it out plain as day. He promised to arrange for an evaluation in Houston with a man he trusted, someone he’d gone to school with. He told me that everything would be all right and I believed him. Doc was a good man.
At eight o’clock, in the middle of breakfast, the telephone rang. My parents were asked to bring Sam to Houston for a complete physical evaluation. The appointment was set for the following day. Predictably, they telephoned my Aunt Laura to let her know they’d be coming. She’s younger than Momma and lives in Houston with her lawyer husband and no children. Momma, apparently, thinks that’s a crime. Within a couple hours the three of them, Momma, Daddy, and Sam,
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