Categotry Archives: Suzie’s House
From the Porch
Trigvey gave the screwdriver a turn. It slipped from the screw and gouged the ceiling boards of the front porch. The ladder under him shifted and clattered. “Here, let me do that.” Diana set down a tray holding two glasses and a pitcher of lemonade. “You’re a lot better with a scalpel than with a screwdriver.” “I’ll do it. I’m the man of the house.” “I bet you wouldn’t say that to Suzie.” “No one tells Suzie what to do. […]
Suzie’s House 393 : Walter
“He knew.” Walter nodded to himself. “Right from the beginning, he knew.” It happened fifty years ago, but Walter couldn’t seem to make himself let it go. Of all the things he and Martin did together, signing up to serve in Viet Nam was probably the dumbest. Venomous snakes, devious enemies, and friends who turned on you filled the place.
Suzie’s House 392 : One Sided Conversation
Vin could feel his resolve wilt. He had finally accepted full responsibility for his party in Drew’s problems, but faced with Drew’s blank stare, he couldn’t seem to come up with a game plan. “Drew. Drew, you there?” Vin snapped his fingers in front of Drew’s face a time or two. No reaction, not even a shiver.
Suzie’s House 391 : The Flip of a Switch
“So what exactly were you thinking? What happened to you, man?” Vin leaned forward until he could feel the hard edge hidden inside the fluff of the overstuffed chair in Suzie’s den. “I guess I owe you that.” Drew frowned at the floor. “I told you I couldn’t face Suzie.”
Suzie’s House 390 : To Get a Question in Sideways
Justin waited until Kate jammed her drum sticks into her back pocket before he quit messing with the shakeree. There was something he wanted to talk to her about. When she left the band’s practice room, he was right behind her.
Suzie’s House 389 : Relating to the Song
The catty part of Kate noticed that Emma didn’t have any problem singing the song even without a bag over her head or mask. She even looked appropriate with her tearful eyes. It was obvious that Emma genuinely related to every word.
Suzie’s House 388 : Electric News
Kate walked into band practice with a brand new pair of drum sticks and a great little piece of gossip she’d love to share. The night before she’d seen Stephanie Eingle in the parking lot of East Town Mall kissing a boy that had to have been in high school at least, of not college. Maybe no one else in the band would care, but Emma would. Emma always nodded like a bobble head and agreed with everything.
Suzie’s House 387 : After Noon in a Motel Room
When James opened his eyes, a hang-over headache nailed him right in the middle of his forehead. He fell back against clean sheets with a groan. Odd. He was pretty sure his sheets had become a bit crusty over the last couple of weeks. He didn’t let Mom in to clean because he was afraid she’d find his pot stash, but he wasn’t willing to do it himself, either. There was something nice about lying in a clean bed. Almost, […]
Suzie’s House 386 : What To Do With a Drunk
“What do we do?” Emma’s mother stared down at James as if he had turned into a lethargic crocodile that had crawled into her kitchen. “We put him to bed and talk to him in the morning,” Emma’s father made it all sound so reasonable. “Right.” Emma said with all the bitterness she felt. For once, she didn’t care if she sounded blunt.
Suzie’s House 384 : The Extent of Distrust
She was serious. Ethan’s body froze. “No.” He fumbled the soup bowl in his hand, but managed to setting it safely on the kitchen counter. “No, I don’t want you to move out. You or Emma. You know I love you both.”
Suzie’s House 383 : Innocent Until Proven Guilty
When her daughter came home and announced that she wanted to move out, Sophie went into full denial. She knew it was denial, but she couldn’t seem to make herself focus on the issues. So she found an excuse to pretend nothing was happening while Emma barricaded herself in her room and waited for Ethan to come home. Better Ethan than James.
Suzie’s House 382 : Emmy, Get Out of Your Head
Emma tried not to think of anything too malignant while riding home with her brother. The drive would only take a few minutes, but she was sure he’d manage to say something nasty before they reached the house.
Suzie’s House 381 : When You Already Know
Emma let the gossamer curtains in Lisa’s living room fall back. She was pretty sure her brother hadn’t seen her peeping at him. He’d walked past the house three times so far, but didn’t seem inclined to knock on the door. Maybe it would all be all right after all.
Suzie’s House 380 : Storm Clouds
Stephanie was rounding the long sweep of John Nolan Drive right between the two lakes when she spotted the funny cloud. Funny as in suspicious. The way that particular black nub Ved down was probably just a fluke. Though still early in Summer, they really shouldn’t be seeing too many funnel clouds now. Then again it seemed like the warning sirens were going off more and more lately.
Suzie’s House 379 : Written By Committee
Gene stretched his leg out and accidentally kicked Emma. She hopped off his bed for a minute, looked around his room, and settled on the floor. Tracy tried to move the guitar off her lap and slapped him in the chest with it. “Sorry,” she muttered without even looking at him. “There’s no room in here,” Ben grumbled as he got off the floor. He accidentally stepped on Bruce, who grunted. “And I need to get some writing done anyway. […]
