Categotry Archives: Suzie’s House
Suzie’s House 276: Lisa and Mrs. Audrey
“It’s all right, isn’t it? That I brought her with me?” “Of course,” I said. I smiled at Lisa, but didn’t offer my hand. I’m not opposed to shaking hands, but I never start it. Seems I can never get that right, so I just leave it up to others. If you want to shake my hand, fine. If not, I won’t even notice. Apparently Lisa considered it necessary, because she stuck out her hand, took it back before I […]
Suzie’s House 275 : Bruce
Bruce left his buddies leaning against the wall and walked to the middle of the hall as Gene, Tracy, and Justin got there. He put himself right in front of Gene and puffed out his chest like the bully he was. Weird. Gene was sure Bruce knew better than to get in his face. It’s not like they were enemies, but they weren’t exactly friends either. Bruce mostly hung out with his gang, and Gene used to always be by […]
Suzie’s House 274 : Heart Pounding Madness – the Secret Life of Emma
How could she do it? How could Kate be so bold? Emma had sat in the chairs of the orchestra room during the audition with her heart in her throat. Even though it was only her friend up there in front of all these people, Emma’s hands had shook. Kate was so brave, muscling her way to the front to play the drums before the other drummers, and going on and on until they made her stop. She hadn’t dropped […]
Suzie’s House 273 : Meanwhile Lisa Was….
Bundled up in scarf and gloves with her coat buttoned all the way to the top, Lisa couldn’t get warm. She walked fast as much to keep up with Ben as to stay warm. “How much further?” “Not far,” Ben said, but he’d been saying that since Tenney Park. “Maybe a couple blocks. Seems shorter in the Summer.”
Suzie’s House 272 : Before They Hatch
“O.M.G. What is this?” Katy stared at the line in open disbelief. Kate bit her lower lip, and tried not to feel uneasy. Could she really do this? Would she really get a chance to audition for Tracy and Gene’s band? So many people had shown up. Probably they were all drawn by the same things she was; the chance to be in the limelight, the chance to talk to people like Tracy and Gene who were both so cool, […]
Suzie’s House 272 : Counting Chickens
“Wow! Look at all them.” Tracy could hardly stand still. So many people had come, and she’d only let a few people know about it that morning. This school really was full of gossips. “I guess you were right.” Gene scratched the back of his head, looking all ripped and yummy. “Well, of course.” She grinned. He had no idea that all these people were here because of him. He probably thought she’d bribed them somehow.
Suzie’s House 271 : To Hazard an Audition
“Have you heard the rumors? Gene and Tracy are looking for band mates. Can you imagine? I want to do it! I want to be in their band.” Kate looked around at all her friends – Katy, Emma, and Alishia, waiting for their eyes to go big. Kate had been sitting on that piece of information for a whole period, and now that they were out in the hall she couldn’t wait to get their reaction. “Me too!” All three […]
Suzie’s House 270 : Hey, Hey, I Wanna Be a Rock Star
“We could do it.” Tracy’s eyes shone all bright like they do when she gets one of those ideas, the kind that get everyone in trouble. “Seriously. We should do it.” Gene sat on the bed with his guitar across his lap. He’d rather have had Tracy across his lap, but that always made Ben and Lisa uncomfortable. Instead, Tracy bounced next to him, making his fingers slip off the frets. If he’d been serious about playing, he’d have made […]
Suzie’s House 269 : and Miles to Go
There were worms crawling on the ceiling. They differed from the ones Drew could feel crawling under his shoulder in ways too easily explained by scientific things like distance for him to easily dismiss. Drew lifted his hand for comparison. The fingers looked like worms.
Suzie’s House 268 : Lost Puppy
Sonoma picked through her collection of botanicals, looking for a combination she thought might help settle the man she and her husband had taken in for the night. She had everything from yarrow to Echinacea in her suitcase. She glanced at the guy, sizing him up for muscle mass and mental stability. Drew had a couple of day’s growth of beard – just enough so it clearly wasn’t intentional – and clean hair about shoulder length with gray around the […]
Suzie’s House 267 : Where’s Drew?
Drew stood in front of a narrow window in the foyer of the inn in Yellowstone and stared at the darkness. No taxi would come for him. No busses ran now. And he did not have a place to stay. In the early evening moonlight the deep piles of snow gleamed eerily, taunting him with his own stupidity.
Suzie’s House 266 : A Letter from Drew
Suzie stood in her bedroom with the letter in her hand. “Suzie” was written in Drew’s bold script over the top. Clearly he’d expected her to open his suitcase and find it sitting there on top of his belongings. Did he really think she wouldn’t respect his privacy? Did he not know her at all?
Suzie’s House 265: Private Property
The instant Tracy lay eyes on the suitcase, she was completely taken with it. How weird! A suitcase sitting right by the door. Judging by the dent it made in her shin it must be full. Was someone leaving? “Whose suitcase is this, Mrs. H. ?” “Ah. That.” Mrs. H. finished closing the door behind Tracy, and looked at the suitcase like it might bite her. “That belongs to a former tenant.”
Suzie’s House 264 : The Devil Is in the Details
Ben stopped to ditch his bulky jacket when his mom and Gene went off to the kitchen. There wasn’t much room on the coat rack, so he slung it over the suitcase that Drew had mailed to them. Something was bothering Ban. His thoughts were a little too misty to be sure, but it might have something to do with the way Gene figured out all about how the suitcase got there without being told, but Ben couldn’t. He’d been […]
Suzie’s House 263 : How Do You Vindicate It?
“Hey! Who put this here?” Ben gave the suitcase a kick for having tripped him. “Huh. A suitcase?” Gene squatted down next to it. There was something kind of familiar about this suitcase. It was black canvas, with wheels; the kind you put in the over head compartment of a plane. A little silver thing on the handle jingled when he moved it. There was even an airline tag attached. But the tag said Denver, not Madison. “Mooooom! Where’d this […]
