Chapter One
Crazy Megan parks the car.
Doesn't want to do this. No way.
Doesn't get out, listens to the rain...
The engine ticked to silence as she looked down at her clothes. It was her usual
outfit: JNCO jeans. A sleeveless white tee under a dark denim work shirt. Combat
boots. Wore this all the time. But she felt uneasy today. Embarrassed. Wished
she'd worn a skirt at least. The pants were too baggy. The sleeves dangled to
the tips of her black-polished fingernails and her socks were orange as tomato
soup. Well, what did it matter? The hour'd be over soon.
Maybe the man would concentrate on her good qualities her wailing blue eyes
and blond hair. Oh, and her body too. He was a man.
Anyway, the clothes covered up the extra seven...well, all right, ten pounds
that she carried on her tall frame.
Stalling. Crazy Megan doesn't want to be here one bit.
Rubbing her hand over her upper lip, she looked out the rain-spattered window at
the lush trees and bushes of suburbia. This April in northern Virginia had been
hot as July and ghosts of mist rose from the asphalt. Nobody on the sidewalks
it was deserted here. She'd never noticed how empt ... read full excerpt from: Speaking in Tongues: A Novel ebook