Categotry Archives: 3WW
Suzie’s House 360 : Sonoma Calls
What a fine woman Drew had found for himself. Trent couldn’t help but admire her apple cobbler, and her fried chicken put to shame anything he could sneak past Sonoma. He pushed his plate back and settled an aching leg on the chair on the other side of the kitchen table with a sigh of relief. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like thirds?” Suzie bustled around the kitchen with a spoon in one hand and a mixing bowl in the […]
Suzie’s House 359 : What Gene Wanted the Most
Gene sat on the edge of his bed with his shoulders all slumped and everything. There was Lisa and Ben in the room, too, but Tracy didn’t think they’d want to hang out for long, no matter how meddlesome Lisa might be. Tracy sat next to Gene, but she didn’t’ try to rub his back or anything this time. She couldn’t bear to be shrugged off again.
Suzie’s House 358 : A Tale to Tell
Suzie handed me a cup of herb tea. I’ll admit I might have given it a concerned look. “It’s perfectly fine,” Suzie said in exasperation as she sat across the kitchen table from me. “Just some ginger root I sliced myself and a bit of lemon. Nothing to set off one of your allergies.” “Ah. Thanks. Sorry about that.” The mint tea she’d given me a while back had set off a whole new set of reactions. “It’s getting so […]
Suzie’s House 357: Absurd Developments
Content Warning. Not quite bad enough to put on the newsletter, but Ana better not read this while eating breakfast. Ben followed the others in the back door and through the house with the intention of taking mental notes for future writing. How often did a guy get to see a dead body? Assuming Gene really did kill his dad when he beat him up. Had the place always been this bad? He remembered coming here back in sixth grade. […]
Suzie’s House 356 : How to Deal with a Guilty Conscience
“Do you think Gene meant it when he said he killed his father?” Kate leaned toward Justin as the two of them left the practice room and glanced over her shoulder at Gene. The two of them looked totally conspiratorial as Justin glared over his shoulder like he was morally superior or something. Gene tried not to groan, but couldn’t help closing his eyes for a minute. He sat on a drummer’s stool while everyone but Tracy left.
Suzie’s House 355 : When He Plays, No One Speaks
“I think I might have killed my father.” Gene dropped that bomb shell, then started playing his guitar with an intensity that made Tracy stumble. He was playing Last Man Standing, one of their newest songs. Bruce was still standing behind his keyboard, so he jumped in right away. Then everyone was scrambling for their instruments. Tracy never got a chance to ask what he meant. She’d set her bass in a stand by the practice room door and ended […]
Suzie’s House 354 : The Urge to Kill
It bugged him; what Bruce said about how his dad might have killed his mom. Gene tried to laugh it off, but he couldn’t quite fool himself. Even when he and Bruce sat around talking in the park for a while, Gene thought about it. He was still thinking about it when he started to walk home. The thing was, it might be true. His dad might have done it on accident. He like to come out swinging at anyone, […]
Suzie’s House 353 : Impassioned Speech in the Park
This takes place at the same time as the previous episodes. “I don’t know, Bruce, He looks like a pervert.” Gene hadn’t really wanted to come with Bruce in the first place. Now that he saw the guy they were supposed to buy the stuff from, he was even more sure he didn’t want it. “What? Because his hair’s all oily?” “No. Because of the way he keeps looking around all nervous like.” Gene caught himself looking around the park […]
Suzie’s House 352 : Don’t Ever Go Away Again
“Wait. Drew. Where are you going?” Drew paused with one foot already in the hall and the other still in Suzie’s room. The light from the hall spiked the darkness around him. She hadn’t bothered to turn the light on in the room when she’d gone into the hall to confront Gene, and Drew hadn’t bothered with it when he tucked her in. He glanced over his shoulder, knowing it was a dangerous thing to do. The slice of light […]
Suzie’s House 351 : The Decomposing Composure of a Gaunt Connection
“Gene?” Suzie could not have been more surprised. Instead of finding Drew on the stairs creeping up to her room, she found Gene trying to slip into his room in the dead of night. “Where have you been?” “No where.” He sounded grudging as he hunched over, his dark silhouette hulking. “This late at night?” Her voice rose despite her intentions. She shoved past him to reach the light switch.
Suzie’s House 350 : Pillow Thoughts
Suzie lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. A car drove slowly past, casting light-shadows across the dark ceiling like ghosts flowing through a sea of doubt. Like her thoughts, they kept flickering before going out with the low hiss of tires on pavement.
Suzie’s House 349 : Catching Up Over Potato Salad
Drew couldn’t stop laughing. It felt so good to be here with Suzie and everyone else. He and the rest sat on the patio, “Seriously,” Vin said. “When you first walked into the kitchen I thought she’d deck you the same way she did Sean O’Connor. “Oh! Oh! I remember that!” Ben could hardly sit still. “She hit him with that really big cast iron pan. You know, the one that looks like something out of a cartoon. It was […]
Suzie’s House 348 : A Casual Meal
There was something weird going on in the house. Around six o’clock Ben went down stairs to see what happened to supper. He’d just reached the front hall when someone knocked on the door. He opened the door for Lisa and Tracy, who walked right in.
Suzie’s House 347 : Hardly Credible
Why had she done it? Suzie shoved a tray of chocolate chip cookie dough into the oven. In eight minutes they should come out. Surely in that time she could get over her own stupidity. Why had she tried to prove to an interviewer offering a job she didn’t even want that she could use the new version of Quickbooks? More to the point, why couldn’t she? Why had she fumbled so badly through a program she used to know […]
Suzie’s House 346: The Forgotten Man
Vin had steak in mind when he walked into the kitchen. That or maybe he’d grill up some ribs. He was pretty sure one or the other would the thawed because it was his turn to cook and everyone in the house knew he didn’t aspire to any French cooking. So the complete disaster that confronted him wasn’t particularly welcome.
