I'll be posting Chapter 20 of LMtYD tomorrow afternoon hopefully sometime before 3pm Central time (not to be too specific or anything...
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But, like I did with the last chapie, here's a little taste just to wet your whistle.
Lead Me to Your Door, Chapter 20 Teaser
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Jack settled back into the shadow of the booth, chuckling to himself, and re-positioned his hat low over his eyes. But just as he was feeling normal again, almost comfortable, the door to the bar swung open and in walked three men, the tall one in the middle all smiles and good nature, Polo Shirt and Khaki’s impeccably chosen (most likely by his wife): Leroy Patterson.
Jack felt his throat tighten and he sat up in the booth. There he was, and he was with two other friends.
“Well what did ya expect? The old woman even told ya he went out with a couple buddies. You act like this is shockin’ news.” But now there were two more he had to deal with. He didn’t know what to do. He’d been set with his plan when he’d thought Leroy would be home, but now they were in a completely different situation and he was clueless. He watched them sit (they chose a table in the middle of the room), and then watched as Teeny took their order. He remained in the dark corner, frozen, as she brought out two pitchers of beer and even as they laughed and joked and drained their first pitcher.
“Get up. Get up. Get up. Do it, Jack.” It was almost 11:30 before he stood up, legs shaking, palms sweating, breaths coming in short, sharp intakes. He shuffled towards their table, hands hanging heavy beside him, boots like they were filled with lead. He stopped short of the table, cleared his throat.
The men looked up. Leroy’s eye lit with recognition. “Jack? Jack Twist?”
Jack felt like a large roll of quarters was lodged in his throat. He took in a deep breath and wiped his palms on his jeans. “Leroy.” His voice came out tight and unfriendly. “Need ta have a word with you.”
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Well, thar she be! Arg! ::ehem:: Sorry, didn't mean to get all pirate on you. Hope you enjoy!
