This scene is the very opening of the book. EJ is preparing to go to a funeral:
She stood in front of her dresser, staring into the top
drawer. She had looked in all the others and her black tights were just nowhere
to be found. She started to yell for Mama, like she’d done she didn’t know how
many times in the past two weeks. At least this time she stopped herself. And
at least this time she didn’t cry. She wondered if she had any tears left in
her.
It was almost time to leave for the service, so she was about
to give up and just go barelegged. Her dress was almost long enough to cover
her legs anyway. But something prompted her to look one last time through the
dresser. There they were, right on top of the jumbled mess of socks and hosiery
in the second-to-bottom drawer.
She looked up toward the ceiling, surprising herself by
laughing. “You’d have made fun of me for that one.”
No one replied because she was alone. It occurred to her
for the first time, really, that she truly was alone. There were neighbors
they’d known since she could remember. And the customers at The Hive. But with Mama
gone—she still hadn’t been able to bring herself to use the D word—she was now
completely without family. At least family close enough to mean anything. The
bitter anger and self-loathing was slowly being replaced by a dull hollow ache
deep inside. Where my soul used to be,
she thought.
She slid into her
tights, put on her black ballet flats—they were kind of tight and didn’t really
look good with the dress, but they were the last pair of shoes Mama had ever
bought her—got up, straightened herself in the mirror, and started to go. But
something made her look again. Her eyes. She had Mama’s eyes. Everyone had told
her that, but she’d seen it. Until just that moment. It was like Mama was
staring at her through those eyes. Before she lost it, she hurried out of her
room and down the steps to the living room, where Aunt Bill, her ride to the
funeral, was waiting.As time goes on, I'll share other scenes from time to time. I'll also be discussing the experience of telling EJ's story. It's relatively early on in the process, but I'm really starting to like this smart, plucky young woman. I'm also finding it fascinating to depart, albeit temporarily from my normal voice, that of my alter ego, Harry Shalan, and genre. This book does have some elements of mystery, but it's by no means a detective story.
I like it so far!
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Good job thus far.
ReplyDeleteExcellent excerpt!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm excited by this story, but it's scary to be writing about someone new.
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