Sacred Ground
The rain poured down as it could only in March. Steadily, persistently, undeviatingly, straight down as if it would never cease, taking all of the warmth, liveliness and hope out of the air.
Gabriel Bell sat glumly, his right hand barely touching the steering wheel of his Lexus, wasting the phenomenally over-priced gas with which he'd filled the tank this morning. The car inched forward, one vehicle in the endless line stretching in front of him heading south on the New Jersey Turnpike.
"Some beginning to what's supposed to be our big adventure," his fifteen-year-old brother, Drew, complained, moving restlessly in the passenger seat.
"Yesterday at breakfast we talked about leaving today," Gabe said. "Remember that?, He slid a glance at the man-child next to him.
"Yeah. So?"
"You had nothing to do after school but finish packing your things so we could get an early start this morning. Early. No later than eight, we agreed."
"I couldn't help it if the guys came over to say goodbye, and I did some stuff while they were there." Drew was defensive.
"Right. Then you fell into bed and didn't get up until seven and spent the rest of th ... read full excerpt from Sacred Ground ebook
