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Excerpt 87

She could see the top of the rock wall, the swirly blue up far ahead and the sun exposing the surface.  She planted her palm  and lifted her other hand to push down with everything she had.  She felt his hand under her foot, giving her a boost up.  She got her knee up, with only a slight scrape, and collapsed once three quarters of her trembling body was safe on top. She did not have the strength to turn and offer him her hand.

He was right behind her and when reaching the top, did not collapse, but instead took several deep breaths.  He helped her up to her feet. While his scent made her blush and his hand on her waist made her feel weepy with love, she couldn’t stop the spinning behind her eyes.

“Hey,” she said, short spurts of air coming through her dry mouth, “What’s your name?”


“Your name is Danno?”


She was sure she hadn’t heard right.

“What kind of name is Danno?”

He laughed.

“We’re not playing this game again, are we?”

She laughed too, and quickly felt her knees start to give in.

“I’m going to faint.”

“No, don’t do that. Just breathe. That was a bit of a workout.”

She nodded and sucked in and out. But this was different discomfort from the over exertion that came with strenuous activity.  The pain was in her abdomen as well.  If she had not had her appendix removed three winters ago, she would have thought it was bursting inside of her.

“I really–I really am going to.”

His grip tightened on her arm and her waist.

“Here, let’s have you rest here.”There was a clearing with some moss strewn across the damp caramel colored dirt.  He took off his jacket and lied it smooth before easing her down.  “We should have brought water,” he said.

She nodded and turned on her side out of habit.  The throbbing intensified.  She held on to his hand.

“This isn’t right.  Something isn’t right.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed, Ala. I feel like a jerk.”

“I’ll be okay, I just need dome rest.” His face blurred as she closed her eyes.  She felt his body curve to fit hers and his hand pushed the sweaty matted hair off of her forehead.

“I can call someone if you’d like.”

“No,” she said, thinking of her parents.  She would not ruin this time with him. Her parents would make her go to the hospital.  They would make her end the best summer of her life.  “I’ll be fine. Just stay.”

She heard his chuckle.

“Where else would I go?”

“I don’t know, Danno” she whispered and then chuckled too.  She had to be in and out of sleep. No one’s name was Danno.  No one she had met, or even heard of.  No one drove Aston Martin’s either though.  And no one made her love them in less than one day.


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segment 50

She felt tears stinging her eyes and decided it was time to head back before the heat became unbearable.  She picked up her speed on the asphalt and blazed ahead, making sure to focus on one object and keep running toward it.  In this case it was the steeple of the church along the main road.  She thought of Emmanuel’s offer.  Surely it couldn’t have been real. Or if it was, it couldn’t be legitimate.  He couldn’t possibly have that kind of money to throw around.  If she were to participate in something illegal and be caught, she would have no where to hide, especially since people already thought she was going off the deep end because of her breakup.

Her ankle began to cramp up.  She should not be running for this long, and far, her first time out.  She kept going.  She wondered how many people actually started out in a legitimate way.  This money would be a fantastic step for her in terms of going to the temple, moving out of her parents house and really beginning her life.  This could be a way of someone deciding it was her turn to catch a break.

It had to be wrong though.  And there were taxes.  How would she explain the money after being out of work?  What would her parents believe?  They would think she was his concubine for the summer.  Everyone would think that was sleeping with Emmanuel for the money.  Everyone would talk.

She reached her front door and lied down on the deck, feeling the sweat run from her hairline, down her cheeks and to the back of her neck.  She did not think she would be drenched and didn’t want to drip going through the foyer.  She walked around to the backyard and went through the screen door.

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segment 2

This was also perhaps the closest up she had ever seen male genitalia and instantly felt grimy because she was doing so in such a public place.  This after all, was a place for the elderly to come and look at the newspaper or children to join the summer reading challenge. Not a place for smut.  In fact, even in a town as small as Pilkington, say 30,000, Ala could think of a lot of dirty places where people might exchange and discuss photos such as the one staring her in the face.  The parking lot behind the supermarket, where boys wait to collect carts, was definitely a possibility.  Also, the park a few blocks over, where tweens had sex in the slides during the night, was also the place for this kind of picture.

She took a few more moments to study the image before reaching around the side of the monitor and pushing the button that shut down the machine.  She thinks of telling a librarian on duty, but decides it’s no use.  It would only call attention to her and she didn’t want that many people in town finding out she was back from Boston.  Being away for less than a year sounded strange, especially in a place where people hardly ever moved away.

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