The Rainy Season Is Drenching Us and a Chevrolet in my garage!

For the first time a Chevrolet sits in my garage while a my Ford gets wet.  My 64 1/2 Mustang finally kicked the Ex’s Mustang out for her place to stay dry. I was a wuss for too long.

Not my idea of fun,  but it had to be done.  I explained to the Taurus that company stays in the garage and that Mama stays dry, which won’t happen if I have to dash out into the rain to get in or out of the car.

How inane is this blog? Well, as a Ford person it wasn’t easy to leave my old girl out in the rain.  My girl Melissa in Protecting Melissa drives a “classic” Mustang. Should I put one on the cover? I’m thinking yes, with a hunky guy!

Sorry, no recipes or new cover!


Melissa almost didn’t go to the basketball game. Gabe would be there. He always attended the games, even for sports Jay didn’t play. But she loved basketball and she liked to cheer her students.

Everyone laughed and talked. Students called out to her. Some of the younger ones waved and giggled. She had a good time, too, until she felt Gabe staring at her from the floor. Then he actually climbed up to sit beside her.

Gabe was the kind of man who had a way of taking up more space than his size required. He used his knees and elbows and energy to crowd people, her in particular.

“Ref, are you blind?” he yelled. “He was charging and you know it.”

The cheerleaders, in good form, bounced on their sneaker toes and jumped, as usual, waving their arms in the air, all youthful animation. For a moment their yelling combined with the crowd noise, reaching a dizzying pitch. Melissa shook her head to dispel the fog surrounding her brain. She watched one of her students on the team miss a free throw.

A chill ran down her spine. In the midst of people she’d known all her life she felt uneasy. Fear pressed her chest. Menace. She felt menace. Everyone appeared to be watching the action on the court, not her. But she retreated into herself until she felt an elbow hit her side.

“Did you see that basket?” Gabe’s enthusiasm seeped through her fear. “Thirty-nine to thirty-nine. God, what a game,” he yelled, as the half-time buzzer sent both teams to the locker rooms. “You okay?”

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8 Responses to The Rainy Season Is Drenching Us and a Chevrolet in my garage!

  1. Can’t wait to see the cover for this new story! I want to read it again. It’s been a while, so it will be like new.

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  2. Josie says:

    Very entertaining. Looking forward to seeing the cover, too.

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  3. Debby Grahl says:

    Mary, I come from a Ford family. My cousin drives a great little red convertible Mustang.

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  4. I say, yes! Put a mustang on the cover. It will be great!


  5. nitethyme says:

    What is this about the Chevrolet? Congrats on the new book, and loved the excerpt! Linda


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