Man.
I could do a whole art history report on Jake’s designs.” (Phoebe) grinned at me.
“I’m
sure he’d like that.”
“... I bet he could show me real sites in New York. Like Dad would even let me near
them.”
“Jake
talks about a big warehouse in Queens with legal graffiti that changes all the
time. Google the website. ‘Five Pointz’—with a Z. It’s legal and safe and your
daddy could drive you in. Jake might could meet y’all there.”
“Meet
me with Dad? No way.”
...
I detoured into Johanna’s kitchen for Jake’s number... . I also checked my reflection in the toaster, seeing as how I
was driving Phoebe and her bike on over to the Bahnson Homestead. It was not
like me to leave home without a fresh pounce of blusher but I sported lip gloss
and little gold studs in my ears. ...
We maneuvered along the lake road, past cottages with flags and
patriotic bunting still fluttering from the holiday, their residents filling
beachfronts, docks and floats. Lake Allamuchy the way I like it best.
Lilly Drinkwater Covington, The Chick Palace
Three Dilemmas, Two friends
and One Deserted Tree House
during a simmering summer on Lake Allamuchy
and One Deserted Tree House
during a simmering summer on Lake Allamuchy
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1 comment:
Having read TCP in various forms, I'm now trying to speed read it to get ready for OUR INTERVIEW coming up on the Southern Writers blog soon.
However, I can't.
I keep stopping and sighing. The writing is killing me. In a very good way.
♡♡♡
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