https:\/\/www.rafflecopter.com\/rafl\/display\/05f6750310\/<\/a><\/p>\nI’m offering a sneak peek at a NA book we have completed and we’re waiting to hear back from our publisher. Here’s the first chapter:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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Mike leaned against the door frame of the half-bath and crossed his arms over his chest. He watched Abby do her hair before her date with Greg, his closest friend. He\u2019d say best friend if anyone asked. She\u2019d been doing her hair for almost two hours. At least. Okay, maybe not that long, but it sure seemed like it. It took girls forever to get ready and he\u2019d never understand it. He couldn\u2019t recall if his old girlfriend in Colorado had been like his sister. \u201cYou know, no matter what you do, you\u2019re not going to look any different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShut up,\u201d Abby growled.<\/p>\n
Abby was pretty, but he\u2019d never admit it to her. Her brown hair was never out of place, not even during cheering, and she didn\u2019t go to extremes with makeup. Her old friends in Colorado bought stock in makeup companies judging by the amount of makeup they wore. Mom had never let Abby go out of the house with more makeup on than a clown. The thought of his mom reopened the deep wound caused by her death. Each thought was like ripping the wound wide open again. Mike pushed back the grief threatening to drown him. He took a deep breath and focused on tormenting his sister.<\/p>\n
\u201cI could cut some holes in a paper bag for you to wear. It\u2019d be an improvement.\u201d<\/p>\n
The hairbrush became a missile aimed directly at him. Mike ducked and it sailed over his head, slamming into the wall behind him. He laughed. Irritating his twin was one of his favorite things in the universe outside of food. He hadn\u2019t done much of it lately, not since their parents died three months ago, but Abby had been given enough of a reprieve. He was worried about her. In their old school she had been one of the most popular girls in school and on the cheer squad, but now she didn\u2019t seem concerned about either one of those things. The person in front of him was almost a stranger who looked like his twin.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re such a jerk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least I\u2019m not ugly enough to scare a troll,\u201d Mike countered.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood thing for me trolls aren\u2019t real,\u201d she said. She smirked at him and picked up the hairspray.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know if they\u2019re real or not. Don\u2019t you have your own bathroom out in the carriage house? Why are you hogging this one?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re an idiot. I left my keys in here. I had to come in and get them and the wind messed my hair up.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was a legitimate reason, but he wasn\u2019t going to give her a break from teasing and torment. Life had to go back to some resemblance of normal for both of them. It\u2019d never be the normal they knew in Colorado, but a new normal. Mike had yet to figure out what that new normal for him was and he was certain Abby was in the same boat. \u201cThat was almost two hours ago. I have to use the toilet, so scram so I can go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t two hours and you can hold it. Or better yet, go upstairs and use that bathroom. There\u2019s three bathrooms in this house. You can use one of the other two.\u201d<\/p>\n
He wasn\u2019t going to let his sister have things her own way. People walked on eggshells around her so she wouldn\u2019t be angry and it was time to remind her that she wasn\u2019t the only person in the world. Mike got it. She was still grieving the death of their parents, he was too, but she didn\u2019t have to take it out on people just trying to help her. The only person she didn\u2019t snap at was Carrie, her closest friend. \u201cI\u2019m not going up there when there\u2019s a perfectly good bathroom on this floor.\u201d Mike shrugged. \u201cHave it your way. I\u2019ll just pee on you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened and she hurried past him. Mike laughed, unfolded his arms, and entered, closing the door behind him. He didn\u2019t have to go, he just wanted to get his sister out of the bathroom. It was petty, but she deserved it. It never hurt to take his twin down a peg or two. He flushed the toilet for good measure and washed his hands for dinner.<\/p>\n
He entered the spacious kitchen a few moments later to find Abby filling a sports bottle with water from the dispenser in the fridge. Despite the house being over a century old, the inside had been renovated recently and the kitchen sported all stainless steel appliances. The walls were white, and a white tile backsplash filled in the space between the counter and upper cabinets. An island with a sink and an eating bar sat in the middle and the dark granite counters were spotless. A table and four chairs sat in the breakfast nook surrounded by windows. The kitchen was full of light and radiated warmth and welcome. It reminded him of the kitchen in his old house in Colorado.<\/p>\n
The rest of the house was immaculate, not one thing out of place, except for his room and gaming room.<\/p>\n
Thankfully Alex, their honorary aunt, didn\u2019t go up to the third floor and see the mess. His first impression of the house had been cold, almost unwelcoming. To Mike it seemed more like a museum than a home with all of the old and very fragile looking items. He lived in constant fear he\u2019d break something that cost a small fortune. Surely Alex had to have inherited the house and everything in it. It was as if an old person decorated it, not someone Alex\u2019s age.<\/p>\n
Alex placed a small stack of plates and a bowl on the table. Munchkin, the largest and furriest dog he had ever seen, snored loudly under the table. There was hardly enough room for the chair legs. \u201cDinner will be ready in a few moments,\u201d Alex announced as she moved a towel covered bowl from atop the plates to the table. Steam wafted from the folds. She set plates in front of three of the four chairs.<\/p>\n
Mike inhaled. His mouth watered at the aroma of fresh bread. \u201cGood. I\u2019m starving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a surprise.\u201d Abby rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWill you be joining us for dinner?\u201d Alex asked Abby as she walked toward the stove.<\/p>\n
Mike noticed that as usual there were three place settings on the table. Abby usually grabbed food and took it with her to the apartment, but Alex always set a place for her. He could count on one hand the number of times she had eaten with them since they moved in back in March, three months ago. The savory smells caused his stomach to rumble. Alex was an excellent cook, even better than his mom had been, and he looked forward to each meal. Nothing beat fresh food, a lot of it grown in the greenhouses on the property, and freshly baked bread. Mike appreciated good food. A lot.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I\u2019m going out,\u201d Abby answered.<\/p>\n
Alex looked at Abby. \u201cWhere are you going?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOut,\u201d she answered with a growl.<\/p>\n
Mike watched the exchange. Abby hadn\u2019t been the nicest of people since moving in. She snapped at people on occasion and did a hermit impression by staying in her apartment most of the time. The only time she left was to go to school, work in the shop, or hang out with Carrie. Alex took it all in stride and not once had gotten upset or angry. She didn\u2019t blink when Abby said she was going to live in the apartment above the store instead of the main house.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith whom?\u201d Alex asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cGreg.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich Greg is this? There are a few Gregs in the school.\u201d
\nAbby didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen will you be back? It is a school night,\u201d Alex asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cLater. I know it\u2019s a school night. I didn\u2019t realize that I\u2019d get interrogated when I wanted to do something. I\u2019m an adult and you\u2019re not my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not an interrogation,\u201d Mike said. One day Alex wouldn\u2019t just take things in stride and her patience with Abby would be at an end. He wanted to be there when it happened and have the popcorn ready.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve only been an adult for all of a month and Alex isn\u2019t trying to take the place of Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop sucking up,\u201d Abby snapped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI see,\u201d Alex said. \u201cI will put a plate of food in the fridge for later if you\u2019re hungry when you get home.\u201d<\/p>\n
His sister got off easy as always. \u201cIt\u2019s not sucking up. It\u2019s called being nice and answering a question when someone asks you something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Abby\u2019s phone beeped and she glanced at it. She headed for the front door without so much as a word or a look back. The door slammed shut and he turned to Alex standing at the stove. He sighed. \u201cShe\u2019s a good person. I\u2019m sorry she treats you like this. It\u2019s been three months, she shouldn\u2019t still be angry about having to move here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know she\u2019s a good person and you don\u2019t need to apologize. You lost your parents and had to move on short notice. It\u2019s a lot to deal with,\u201d Alex said.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s not normally like this.\u201d They moved across the country from Colorado to Maine a month before they turned eighteen. The will designated Alex as their legal guardian if their parents died while Abby and Mike were still minors. If they had died two months later, Mike and Abby would be on their own. Mike, for one, was glad they moved and had Alex in their lives.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, Mike. I wish you and Abby had your parents back, but you need to know that I will do my best to take care of you as they would.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d He cleared his throat of the sudden lump \u201cWhat\u2019s for dinner? Is it ready? I\u2019m starving.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alex turned back to the six burner gas stove. \u201cLamb. I forgot what teenage boys are like, eating everything and anything in sight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lamb frequented their dinner plates here as often as chicken had been on their dinner plates back home. He hardly ate lamb until he moved here. \u201cDo you have a brother?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t look old enough to have kids. Despite living with Alex for a few months, he still knew little about her. The few things he did know were pretty normal. She drank a lot of tea and coffee, and her dog was the biggest he\u2019d ever seen. He glanced over at Munchkin still snoring loud enough to wake the dead.<\/p>\n
The weirdest part to Mike was that she didn\u2019t watch television. At all. At first he thought she didn\u2019t have one, but he learned the one television in the house was hidden in a cabinet in the living room. It had to be the tiniest television he had ever seen, the type people used in kitchens attached to the cabinets. As far as he could tell, Alex hadn\u2019t watched it even for a minute since he and Abby arrived. Thankfully she bought him one for his game room.<\/p>\n
He knew she had been a good friend of his parents, but he couldn\u2019t remember meeting her before she showed up right before the funeral. The woman was a mystery and somehow he\u2019d learn more about her. Abby, on the other hand, didn\u2019t seem to care or make an effort to get to know the woman.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, but I didn\u2019t live with him when he reached his teens.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you older?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was a few years older,\u201d she said. \u201cTwo or three I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you live with him when you were both teenagers? Did your parents divorce?\u201d In some corner of his mind he realized he was asking personal questions, but he wanted to know more about her. Curiosity was something the twins had in common.<\/p>\n
\u201cI lost my parents when I was six,\u201d Alex explained.<\/p>\n
Only a few months passed since their deaths and the hurt inside hadn\u2019t diminished. He wondered if it would ever lessen. How would it be in a few years? \u201cWhat happened to you when your parents died? Did you live with relatives?\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t answer right away. She turned away from the stove and looked at him. Her mouth was twisted up and her forehead wrinkled, dark brows coming together. \u201cI guess you could say I was raised by a religious order that took care of orphaned children. They did their best.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to your brother? Did you have any other brothers or sisters?\u201d His brain was telling him to stop, but his mouth wouldn\u2019t listen.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was one of four children and I don\u2019t know what happened to the others after I went to the orphanage. They went elsewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d It made him realize how lucky Abby and he were. They could have ended up in a group home for a few months until they turned eighteen if their parents had not made arrangements for Alex to take them. Both sets of grandparents had died and both of their parents were only children. Their situation could have been a lot different and a lot worse. Grateful didn\u2019t even begin how to describe how he felt about the woman. He cleared his throat against the small lump that refused to go away and blinked back the sudden excess moisture in his eyes. \u201cDid you ever try to find them? Social media is really good at helping people find long-lost relatives.\u201d Was Alex even on social media? She didn\u2019t seem like the type to use Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s okay, Mike,\u201d Alex said. \u201cIt was a long time ago. I hardly remember who I am sometimes and I was too young to remember anything about them. I only wanted you to know that I understand what you and Abby are going through.\u201d She turned from him and opened the oven, sliding the pan out. She set the pan on the counter next to the stove and closed the oven door.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means a lot, Alex. Abs and I appreciate what you\u2019re doing for us, even if she doesn\u2019t show it.\u201d He walked over and opened the drawer with the flatware in it. He removed two sets of knives and forks.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll talk to her,\u201d he said, returning to the table and placing the flatware next to the plates.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s okay, Mike. She\u2019ll come around in her own time. Everyone grieves in a different way and the healing process can take some time. You can\u2019t expect someone to move on someone else\u2019s timetable.\u201d She carried the pan full of roasted vegetables and lamb to the table.<\/p>\n
Despite what Alex said, he was going to have a talk with Abby. She could grieve all she wanted, but she couldn\u2019t continue to be the Queen Bitch of the Universe. He didn\u2019t snap and growl answers or shut himself away despite going through the same thing. Alex hadn\u2019t done anything to deserve it. Mike inhaled deeply as she passed in front of him with the pan. His stomach rumbled again. \u201cIs there anything I can do to help?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you take my book into my office and put it on my desk, please?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure,\u201d he said and grabbed the old, worn, leather-bound book from the table. He opened it up and turned it sideways and then straightened it. \u201cWhat are you reading? What language is this in?\u201d he asked. His mediocre grades reflected his relationship with books.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s in Greek. Herotodus\u2019 Histories,\u201d Alex replied. \u201cI\u2019m on the part about Leonidas and the Battle of Thermopylae.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI loved that movie! This is SPARTA!\u201d His loud voice startled Munchkin into opening his eyes, and Mike would swear the dog looked annoyed. He offered the dog an apologetic look now and would pass some chunks of lamb under the table during dinner to make up for it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat movie?\u201d Alex asked.<\/p>\n
Mike blinked. Who hadn\u2019t seen 300? Alex was so weird. All the movie references he made, as well as every popular culture reference, went over her head. She only used her laptop for work-related things and was one of the few people he knew who still read the newspaper. She usually had a book open nearby and he had never met another person who read so much.<\/p>\n
\u201c300 of course. It was great. You\u2019d like it. It\u2019s all history.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alex shook her head. \u201cI doubt it. Hollywood\u2019s version of history varies greatly from what actually happened. While Leonidas did have three hundred Spartans there, there were over six thousand other Greek soldiers there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh. I wonder why they left that out of the movie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably to make it more dramatic,\u201d Alex answered with a shrug as she walked over to the sink. She removed two glasses from a nearby cabinet. \u201cMaybe during the summer we\u2019ll take a trip to Greece and you can see where the real events took place.\u201d She took the glasses and filled them from the dispenser on the fridge.<\/p>\n
Mike perked up. A trip anywhere sounded awesome. \u201cReally?\u201d
\nAlex nodded. \u201cYes. You and Abby haven\u2019t done much international traveling and I think it\u2019s time you broaden your horizons a bit. Greece is a good place to start.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019d be awesome. We\u2019ve never been out of the country. Speaking of going somewhere, you don\u2019t have to sit home with us every night. Abby and I can see to ourselves if you want to, you know, go out and see \u2026 people.\u201d Men or women, he hadn\u2019t heard Alex mention a significant other or that she was seeing anyone. Surely she had to be dating someone. He\u2019d never admit it out loud, but Alex was kind of hot. Even the guys at school thought so.<\/p>\n
Alex\u2019s gray eyes were hard and her jaw was set as she slid into her chair. He squirmed a little under the penetrating look. \u201cI\u2019m not seeing anyone. I know that if I were, you and Abby are old enough to be left alone for an evening. In earlier times, the two of you would have been considered adults a few years ago and probably would have been married and have families by now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I\u2019m glad I didn\u2019t live back then. I\u2019m not getting married or having a family for a long time.\u201d He offered her a weak smile. \u201cI\u2019d have to give up my games.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarriage isn\u2019t for everyone. Life has a way of providing the unexpected and not going according to plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I know.\u201d There was no way he planned on what happened to his parents. Now he had to figure out where his life was going after the sudden turn. It may take him longer than Abby, but he\u2019d eventually figure it out. Right now he had to focus on getting through high school. Books and homework weren\u2019t at the top of his list of favorite things.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s okay, Alex,\u201d he assured her. \u201cI\u2019ll be right back.\u201d He left the kitchen to take the book to the office, glad for the brief break from the conversation. Families and marriage were things he had no intention of thinking about until he was older. Much older. Like when he was thirty.<\/p>\n
Mike returned to the dining area and took a seat in his usual chair. Eating meals with Alex was the closest thing that came to normal as Mike had known it and he liked normal. He immediately helped himself to the roasted lamb and vegetables. Alex helped herself to food. Eating didn\u2019t encourage talking and Mike was glad for the relative silence. He slipped pieces of lamb under the table to Munchkin when Alex wasn\u2019t looking. At least, he didn\u2019t think she saw him, but Munchkin himself was a big clue. The dog\u2019s big head rested on Mike\u2019s knee.<\/p>\n
Mike finished off two plates of food in the time it took Alex to eat one. As usual. Good food didn\u2019t last long around him. \u201cIt was really good.\u201d He leaned back in his chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you. I\u2019m glad you enjoyed it.\u201d Alex sat with her arms leaning on the table and her hands folded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow about I clean up the kitchen and you can go relax?\u201d he suggested.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo dessert?\u201d Alex asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s dessert?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
Alex laughed. \u201cYou sound surprised. There\u2019s always dessert.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sound of her laugh surprised him. He couldn\u2019t recall hearing Alex laugh since they moved in. Then again, the three of them didn\u2019t have much to laugh at lately. \u201cI might have skipped that last piece of bread if I\u2019d known there was dessert.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can eat it later. It\u2019s in the pie safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have a safe for pies?\u201d Mike asked with a tilt to his head. Alex paused before she spoke again. Mike knew he tried her patience at times, but seriously, a safe for pies? She didn\u2019t have to lock it up. He would have left it alone if she told him it was for dinner. There was always other goodies to eat. He kept a stash of junk food in his room.<\/p>\n
\u201cA pie safe is a cabinet that was used to hold baked items and other foodstuffs. Mine is over there.\u201d She nodded toward a standalone cabinet in the corner.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh. That\u2019s where I find the bread but I didn\u2019t know it had anything else in it.\u201d He eyed the wood cabinet. There were extra dishes and linens in it, too. The wood was mellowed with age and glowed with regular polishing. Now that he knew pies were kept in there, he\u2019d make it a point to look behind the bread on a regular basis.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey aren\u2019t used anymore, but that one came with the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, this is a really big house for one person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow lucky am I that I have two eighteen-year-olds to make it noisy and take up space,\u201d she said, taking a sip of her water.<\/p>\n
His cheeks grew warm, but not much. With Abby in the carriage house apartment, he knew Alex was talking about him. He made a lot of noise with his video games and stereo and he wasn\u2019t exactly the neatest person to begin with. She didn\u2019t sound angry and he thought this might just be the first time Alex poked a little fun at him. He couldn\u2019t be sure, he hadn\u2019t detected much of a sense of humor so far, but maybe it was coming out now.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry, I\u2019ll try harder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m teasing. You don\u2019t make any more noise than Munchkin does when he\u2019s snoring. Well, if you\u2019re going to clean the kitchen and feed Munchkin the leftovers, I\u2019m going to work on the account books in the office.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mike smiled at the teasing. It felt almost normal and any sense of normal was a good thing. \u201cNot all leftovers. I\u2019ll need a snack later.\u201d He grinned at her when she shook her head in resigned amusement. She left with her glass of water. Munchkin did not follow her as he usually did. The dog knew Mike was soft-hearted and ready to spoil him with table scraps.<\/p>\n
Mike didn\u2019t disappoint the dog. He scraped food left on the plates onto one and added in bits of lamb and chunks of vegetables from the pan. He put the plate on the floor and was brushed out of the way when Munchkin moved for it. Between him and Munchkin, leftovers never lasted long.<\/p>\n
When he and Abby moved in, he was overjoyed to see a dog in residence. He had always wanted a dog, maybe not one as big as Munchkin. Caucasian Shepherds were huge. If Munchkin stood on his hind paws and put his fronts paws on Mike\u2019s shoulders, the dog was as tall as he was. Munchkin didn\u2019t play fetch and he didn\u2019t obey Mike\u2019s commands, which were more suggestions. The only person Munchkin obeyed was Alex and he did everything she told him to do. Still, Mike enjoyed having the dog around, even if it meant getting pushed out of his bed every so often. The dog was undemanding company and the silent listener that Mike sometimes needed when he thought too much about his parents.<\/p>\n
He turned on some music on his phone to listen to while he started the soapy water in the sink. Most everything would go in the dishwasher, but he knew Alex hand-washed the cooking pots and pans. They were big and took up too much space in the dishwasher. He placed the leftovers in the refrigerator where they would be found later for a snack before bed.<\/p>\n
Once the kitchen was cleaned up, and Munchkin had long deserted him when his plate was empty, Mike got the pie out of the pie safe. He searched the cabinet just to take stock of what was in it. Right now it was just two pies, one apple and one cherry, behind a loaf of Alex\u2019s homemade bread. Mental note for later, make a lamb sandwich.<\/p>\n
He finished eating a slice of each kind of pie when Alex entered the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrab your jacket. Abby\u2019s in the hospital. There\u2019s been some sort of attack.\u201d<\/p>\n
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