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This scene is from Chapter 4.
We lighten things up when Jean Collins attends an estate sale with her friend, Phil. He's a pro at maneuvering through the picking process, while Jean is along for the ride. But this is the estate sale where Jean finds the chest with the magical fabric lurking inside. Here we see the pair waiting not-so-patiently by Phil's SUV in front of the old bungalow before the door opens.
“This cinnamon roll is going to raise
hell with your diabetes, Phil,” Jean said, taking a big bite and handing it back
to him.
“Hon, I do a lot of things I shouldn't do.” Phil looked up and down the street. His gaze zeroed in on a BMW pulling up
to the curb on the opposite side of the street. “See that guy? I know him—he’s
a dealer. Shark like you wouldn't believe.”
“And we’re here so early because—” She
took a sip of her coffee and leaned around to see the guy in the BMW. She
figured he was probably none too happy at seeing Phil here too.
“You have to get here early, so you can
get in first and make the clean sweep to see what’s there. If you spot
something, even if you don’t think you’ll buy it, hold on to it.” Phil licked
the sticky off his fingers. “Is your heart pumping yet?”
“Kind of, but I don’t know if it’s from
excitement or the cinnamon roll. I feel like a vulture.”
“It’s peck or get pecked, sweetie. If
you’re not careful, you’ll end up like that fat, flat squirrel over there.”
Phil pointed to the asphalt behind them. “I’ll bet Judy’s in there right now,
checking out how many cars are here early. She’s buzzing around in there like a
figure skater on steroids. She’s changing all the prices because so many people
are waiting out here. Yes, ma’am, a good one like this doesn't come along too
often anymore.” Phil polished off the last of the cinnamon roll and brushed his
gray beard of remnant flecks of sugar glaze.
"I feel like chum. How long until we can go in?"
"I feel like chum. How long until we can go in?"
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Wonderful scene. Going to love reading this book.
ReplyDelete"like a figure skater on steroids" hehehehe! Good one.
ReplyDeleteI didn't realize there was such a competitive spirit at sales, but I can see it.
ReplyDeleteNicely written scene and so true to life. We had a garage sale once where people were lined up all along the garage door. When I lifted it, they charged in like horses at the starting gate. I couldn't believe the frenzy and wished I'd priced things higher!
ReplyDeleteI wish there was more, like maybe a chapter. That's a good thing, wanting more.
ReplyDelete"I feel like chum." Good line - good excerpt! As you know, I love your concept about "Magic exists for every generation..." and I look forward to reading your take on it! I believe that too!
ReplyDeleteLove the figure skater simile. The dialogue is playful, biting, and captures realtor jargon very well. Sounds like a fun read.
ReplyDeleteLove that she didn't if her heart was pumping from excitement or the cinnamon roll...or could it have been the coffee?? Great snippet...just enough to hook us into wanting more ;-)
ReplyDelete...didn't *know* if her heart... (oops)
DeleteA modern Proustian cinnamon roll...Love it!
ReplyDeleteGreat dialogue. Very believable. I will look forward to reading this!
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for stopping by! I'll be working through all of your posts throughout the weekend.
ReplyDeleteGreat setup for ... whatever is going to come next! I want to know!
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