Sister of the Bride
Chapter 1
I guess this is just one of those days, thought Barbara MacLane on her way home from school one bright afternoon late in April. She was not alone. She was walking beside a boy, a very tall boy, but their thoughts were like those famous parallel lines that lie in the same plane but never meet.
Barbara was mulling over the events of the day. First there was that argument with her brother, because his cat had clawed one of the stuffed animals she kept on her bed. At breakfast her father had lectured her on doing better work in chemistry. Part of the afternoon had been spent in conference with her counselor who thought she should have her future planned as neatly as an English composition. He was an English teacher, who thought life should have a topic sentence. And now she was being walked home by Tootie Bodger.
Tootie, who was six feet four and played the trombone, had his problems. "Just because I'm tall everybody expects me to do things I don't want to do," he was saying as they walked up the hill. "Like dance with all the tall girls when I don't like to dance. And play basketball. All winter ... read full excerpt from: Sister of the Bride ebook
