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Formatting is almost complete on THE WELL STARTED TO GO DRY. A few more final touches and the book will be ready. This should actually be the last sample placed on the blog prior to publication.
Sample from Chapter 1 of THE WELL STARTED TO GO DRY.
The store that morning was bustling with the Sunday shoppers gearing up for an afternoon of grilling and family. People rushed in and out of the store purchasing those early signs of summer such as ice-cream, burgers and chicken. By mid-afternoon the last of the buns and ground beef had been sold, and people had started to focus on hot dogs and brats. This resulted in at least six people complaining to me because they felt I did not order enough meat for such a nice weekend. Although I knew the individuals with the complaints were right, it did not stop me from calling one man a “jerk” under my breath as he was leaving. It is always easier to have an opinion from outside of the situation.
When it finally started to quiet down I sighed with relief. I started restocking the shelves, my favourite part of a busy day. One would think it would be counting the money, but I did that in my head throughout the day. Stocking shelves made me feel as though I had accomplished something.
“Hey, your dad called, you better get over there now.” My cousin Jason said smiling at me from behind the cash register. His face was covered with piercings and his black t-shirt gave him a rebellious look. Despite the outward appearance, Jason had a maturity which exceeded almost every adult I knew. He was overly responsible not only for himself, but also for everyone around him.
“You need help filling these shelves?” I said putting my hand on an empty shelf behind me.
“No, it’s OK, it won’t take that long, and besides if you help me I will have nothing to do.”
“Oh, no, I can help. He can wait a bit.” I grinned walking over with a box of candy bars and placed them on the racks in front of the counter.
“Sarah, he is going to call again, and then he will nag, and then I will have to tell him you are just standing here.” He looked at me for a reaction and when he got none he said “I will tell him you are making fun of Republicans!”
“Geez, OK.” I said with a sigh. I knew he would do it.
“OK then!” He said with a grin.
“Hey, Jason, I noticed there is an open bag of dog food in the break room. Have you been feeding that stray sheep dog?” I asked.
Jason smiled “I am not going to say anything self-incriminating. What I will say is that any food given to Monet was purchased from the store. So, it’s none of your business.”
“You didn’t name him!” I said with a disapproving look.
“It’s ok; I think he liked the name.”
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