Center Lovell, 1957 –
Five years ago, Elizabeth’s summer with grandmother ended on a bad note. She tried hard to forget her clothes thrown in the trunk of a car, and her uncle’s booming voice, swearing. “Dammit, Elizabeth, you’re done with this.”
Elizabeth gripped the steering wheel and rolled down the window for air. On the verge of loosing it, she pulled over. Sweat dripped down her cheeks, and her heart pounded. A haunting memory came back to her.
While driving the Woodie station wagon, grandmother stopped, beat her, then stepped on the gas and chased after her as she ran away. Granted she slacked off doing chores. But, how did that justify violence?
Elizabeth calmed down. On the road again she approached the farmhouse and parked in the driveway. The two-story Colonial yellowed and the barn closed.
She stepped out and paused to breathe in the fresh Maine pine. Thankful that hadn’t changed.
When grandmother called earlier she sounded her usual old self. “Heard you’re here before you start nursing school. Stop by, I’m home.”
She smoothed her long brown hair away from her face, set Cat-Eye sunglasses on top of her head, and walked to the front door.
Grandmother stood smiling on the top step as if nothing ever happened between them. “Look at you all grown up. It’s been a long time.”
Sunset Inn is a fiction book based on real events
The first page “hooks” the reader
Would you turn the page?