My Perfectly Imperfect Life
Amarillo, Texas Summer 2006
Dinah
June in the landlocked Texas Panhandle feels like a sauna. Dry heat. Not a drop of water in sight to cool off in. No ocean. No raging river. No babbling brook. I'm the only one doing those things. Brooding, raging and babbling, that is. I sit in my backyard at the patio table wearing only my slip. My old black Labrador retriever, Saxon, lies at my feet, panting steadily.
"I guess we better go back inside to the air-conditioning," I murmur to him. "My makeup is melting."
When I glance at his grizzled face, Saxon's tail thumps the patio's concrete floor.
"Just one more minute." I listen for the sound of Stan's truck in the alley. We're the only house on the block with a rear-entry garage.
Saxon whines. "He'll be here."
The dog whines again, and I swear I see pity in his eyes.
"He'll be here," I repeat, but I can't blame him for doubting. Saxon has been through too many other nights with me that started out like this one. The two of us alone. Waiting in the darkness for Stan to come home from his job as a cop. He always shows ... read full excerpt from My Perfectly Imperfect Life ebook
