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VOLUME ONE: SUMMER'S ROADSummer QuinnThe last thing, the very last thing on earth I expected to see when I opened my front door was my estranged mother standing on my front porch, wringing her hands. It took me point five frazzled seconds to connect the woman I'd only met in photographs with the one before me. My fingers closed over the doorknob with a death grip. Dizziness swamped me, sending the room into a whirl. This couldn't be real. But, yet...I focused on keeping my limbs from leaping across the threshold and wrapping her in my arms. Stupid, stupid, Summer. You're not a kid anymore.Oh, and today of all days to show up? Not good. History proved I needed to immerse myself in my art or I'd lose it. There were several paintings that had to be finished for the charity auction. And it was four years ago today my dad had died. I needed to keep my mind focused on the first and off the latter. "Hello," Sharon said. "I'm-" "I know who you are," I breathed."Can we talk?" Th
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"Summer, calm down." Tim Avery put his palms up and rounded his enormous walnut desk in his enormous, expensively decorated office, with his enormous girth jutting over his belt.Normally, I liked our attorney, Tim. I hadn't the need to call on him often through the years, but he'd always been patient and composed. There was no calming me now. I'd pushed through the outer glass doors on Main Street, marching right past his flustered secretary and into his office down the hall. He'd taken one look at me and ended his phone call."She wants to take the house from me!""Look, I was filing away some old documents and discovered the discrepancy. I contacted her lawyer to work it out.""You-How did you even know how to contact her? When Daddy died, you said you couldn't reach her."Gesturing to a chair, he sat, expecting me to do the same. When it was clear I wasn't going to follow suit, he sighed and shook his head. His thin, dark comb-over didn't budge with the motion. He swiped at hi
Seasmoke Friends Chapter 3
Twenty-Two Years Ago-Age Six"Diana at school said s-so," I stammered through the sobs. "Sh-she said that it wasn't normal. That I was bad and that's why Mommy wasn't here."Here, at home in Daddy's arms in the living room, I was safe. He smelled like soap and wood where I pressed my face into his shirt. School wasn't like that. I hated it. I was never going back. Ever. It smelled like paste and pee and Mrs. Schmidt's perfume. The kids were mean. They laughed at me and called me stupid and told me I couldn't play because I didn't have a mommy."Shh. Come now," Daddy cooed in a soft murmur. "That Diana doesn't know what she's talking about."My chest hurt. My tummy wanted to throw up. "But Mommy isn't here," I insisted.Daddy started rocking, the motion matching his heartbeats. One. Two. Three. "Mommy isn't here, no. But do you know why?" He paused. "She had to go climb mountains so high that the white snow never melts. Where she can see the whole world from the very top." He sighe
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Ian MemmerI knew what was coming before Summer even opened her perfect, pouty mouth."Date didn't go so well, huh?" She tossed me a beer.From her window seat, I caught the bottle with one hand and struggled to maintain a deadpan expression. "Actually, Susie's right where I left her-in her bed, counting her blessings." I chuckled as her eyebrows shot up, as they always did when she was annoyed with me. I made my way to the bed, setting the beer on the nightstand and sat down, paging through one of her female magazines with little interest.She walked over to the corner of the room and pulled clothes out of her top dresser drawer for the morning, her movements stiff. Ah, my girl was irked by my response. If there was one thing in this world I appreciated most, it was to annoy her. Most of the time, it was the only way to get a rise out of her. She'd been raising those eyebrows at me since as far back as my memory allowed her there. "Counting her blessings," she repeated, turnin
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SummerI growled deep in my throat and flopped back on my bed. I snuck a glance at my bookshelf, gaze landing Ian's photo. His sharp facial features and chiseled chin. His eyebrows were low, almost masking the deep brown color of his eyes. He always looked somewhat dangerous until he smiled. He was a good looking man. But he knew he was attractive, as did the entire female population of Wylie. Wasn't it against the laws of nature and rules of friendship to think of a best friend that way? Issue the I could eat you alive, but wouldn't dare look? We'd grown up next door to one another. It wasn't a brother-sister kind of relationship, but it wasn't the kind to get all hot and bothered between the sheets either. Sex between us would ruin everything. Sex killed friendships. So what was up with him lately? All the innuendos and wink-winks?When we were fifteen, and I was dating one of the high school football players, I'd run next door to tell Ian about Scott Michaels kissing me before the
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Eighteen Years Ago - Age EightI was entirely too old to believe in this sort of thing. Even all the kids at school in my class were saying there was no such thing as Santa Claus. How could a guy only come out once a year, on a flying sleigh, and give gifts to every kid in the world? Come on! Though I didn't tell anyone, not even Daddy, I wrote a letter to Santa one last time, just in case. I had even talked Daddy into taking me to the Concord Mall to see him. Because if Santa was real, he may be my only hope.I was different from everyone else. Most kids asked for video games or movies or toys. I asked for my mother to come home. On Christmas morning, I lay in bed, waiting to hear Daddy's footsteps in the hall. I hadn't slept much last night, but I was sure I hadn't heard reindeer hooves on the roof either. Maybe Santa wasn't real. Maybe I should just give it up.Silent as a mouse, Daddy poked his head into my room. "Ah, you are awake. Should we go see if the jolly fat guy came?"I g
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Summer"Is everyone ready?" I asked. They all yelled yes excitedly. "Well, today we're going to paint our favorite thing to eat in summer." I clasped my hands in front of me. "It can be anything you want, but you have to use your color chart to mix mediums. No primaries today." All the kids eagerly started their pictures. I rarely did a strict curriculum with this class and I pretty much let them have free reign. Most of the families didn't have a place to engage in activities with these children and came from counties quite a distance away, so the parents usually stayed throughout the class. Rarely did I have a child absent, so when the kids were engaged with their painting, I quietly walked up to Samantha's mom, who lived in the same county, and asked about Jon Melbourne."Oh, didn't you hear?" She put her hand on her chest. "They found another lump in the follow-up x-ray and he's back at the hospital." My heart and hope dropped, just like that. Nausea swirled in my stomach. "I
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Nineteen Years Ago-Age NineThere were so many people here. I just knew I was going to throw up and everyone would stare at me thinking, eww, that's the girl who got sick at the school Christmas concert. I was so nervous. I was supposed to sing Silent Night with the rest of my class in a couple of minutes. What if I forgot my lines?Rick and Ian took my hands, one on each side of me, and squeezed in reassurance. Usually having them near helped calm me when I was upset, but it wasn't helping now. The older kids were coming off the stage with a round of applause from the audience. My class was next. Nearly dragging me, my boys pulled me to our spot on stage. Our teacher, Mrs. Griffith, announced us, but I couldn't understand anything she was saying. The lights were bright. Putting my hand up to shield my eyes, I located Ian's and Rick's parents in the second row. They were smiling and cheering and clapping their hands. Then I saw Daddy. My heart dropped. Each of the students was
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