It is WIPpet Wednesday. Many thanks to Emily Witt, who initiated this wonderful WIPpet gathering. I am now in my newly renovated office, and it is a dream.
So, here goes for today:
- What have I read?
Vincent Lombardi, TOUGHNESS, by Fritz Knapp and That First Season by John Eisenberg.
What am I reading?
I am still reading PEAK: Secrets From The New Science Of Expertise by Anders Ericsson and Robert Pool, How To Become A Writer by Barbara Baig, and I have started reading Passion and Struggle in The Genesis Saga by John Fioravanti, and I Was Right On Time, My Journey from the Negro Leagues to the Majors, Buck O’Neil with Steve Wulf and David Conrads.
- What do I plan to read next?
The Violin Man’s Legacy by Seumas Gallacher and Flash 40 Life’s Moments by Janelle Jalbert, The Last Coach by Allen Barra, and My Personal Best by John Wooden with Steve Jamison.
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My Snippet consists of eighteen paragraphs. (10 + 8= 18)
Background summary: We left off with Phoebe telling Angie to go get Granny and she could share her lateness getting home with the both of them before they had a family meeting. We’re still in chapter seven and continuing onward.
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Angie ran upstairs to Granny’s room. Phoebe went into the kitchen to make herself a nice hot cup of Earl Grey. So many thoughts bombarded her mind.
I don’t even know where to start.
She thought about how they had come together and united into a nucleus where they stood for each. When they started living together rivalry, mistrust, and of course, the scars from the children’s and granny’s past had threatened to destroy her vision of family unification. However, her perseverance had paid off. They had conquered every obstacle. Granny, the oldest member of the clan, was a substitute Grandmother for the kids and substitute mother for her.
“How am I going to explain to them what’s happened,” Phoebe murmured softly.
“Why don’t you just let it out, Child?” Granny said walking into the kitchen with Angie tailing her.
“Hi, Granny.”
“What’s going on, Child?” Granny asked.
Knowing, Granny hated stalling, Phoebe decided to jump into the subject head on without padding the situation.
“Daniel Cochran is the father of the Quads.”
“What did you say?” Angie shouted.
“Daniel Cochran is the father of the Quads.”
“This has got to be a nightmare,” Both Granny and Angie mumbled at the same time.
“I wish it were,” Phoebe said, “But it’s not.”
Granny sat down at the large reddish-brown mahogany table. Quietly she considered Phoebe’s announcement.
“Want a hot cup of Earl Grey, Granny?” Phoebe asked.
“Yes, Child. I need one after that announcement. Put a little rum in it. So, What did you do when he told you, walk out?”
“No. I did the most unlikely thing that I’ve ever done in my life. I fainted, and after I had come to myself again, we talked.”
“And what did we talk about?” Granny asked.
“About his suggestion.”
“What kind of suggestion?” Granny asked.
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That’s all, folks.
See you next week.
Shalom aleichem,
Pat Garcia