Improper Fraction is the tale of childhood friends, broken hearts and shattered vows, and the power of love and understanding to heal even the deepest wounds.
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Blurb:
O’Malley Ramsey, math aficionado, grew up next door to
Garrison Rook, All-American athlete.
While O’Malley dreamed of numbers and kissing Garrison, Garrison’s tastes ran
to home runs and hot chicks. During a
family celebration the night before both young men were heading off for
college, O’Malley joyously discovers that Garrison isn’t quite as straight as
the star athlete had been pretending to be. Vows to return to each other
quickly followed a few clumsy kisses in the old treehouse in the Rook’s
backyard.
O’Malley came home to Garrison. Garrison never
returned to O’Malley.
Excerpt:
Hand shielding my eyes, I watched as the Silverado
stopped in front of Professor Belshaw’s wildly decorated cabin right beside
Lake Amalie. The professor had gotten all her wind chimes hung that morning.
Each one was a brilliant and some would say garish color. They clattered and
clanged with each touch of a breeze off the lake. She had made them all out of
silver soup spoons and old silver teapots. Then she had painted them to match
her whims. Professor Belshaw had incredibly colorful whims so it seems.
When
the passenger door opened, I felt a wide smile break free as I saw Emily Rook
slide to the ground, her long brown hair pulled into a ponytail. I wasn’t
familiar with the Silverado but had to assume that Mr. Rook had gotten a new
ride. Since I hadn’t spent much time at home after graduation due to a
graduation gift of a vacation in Palm Beach from my father, it was quite likely
that he had. That old minivan he had owned had been creeping toward the
junkyard for a couple of years. Emily spun in a circle and then found me
standing in the gravel path. She waved frantically while jumping up and down. I
did the same. Then Garrison Rook exited
that massive blue Silverado. My arm crashed numbly to my side and all happy
jumping died.
My
first thought was “God above but he looks amazing!” which was quickly followed
by “I think I may puke!” but I managed to hold down my lunch. Emily pointed in
my direction. The sloppy joe from my midday meal rolled over in my stomach. Garrison’s
dark eyes found and held me. He looked incredible. Even more handsome now that
he had lost those final touches of boyhood. Garrison was all man now. Every
single, athletic, heartbreaking, lying inch of him.
“Shit.”
I groaned and swallowed. I was sure my sandwich and chips were going to come
back up. Someone appeared beside me. I couldn’t rip my attention from Garrison
as we stared at each other.
“Never
eat the fried oysters.” Professor Belshaw barked with glee then drove a sharp
elbow into my side. “Ah, I see the Rooks have arrived!” She waved them over. I
felt like a hare that the hounds had just sighted. “O’Malley, if you don’t
close your mouth one of these damn deer flies is going to zip right in and land
on your tongue,” she said as she waved a hand at a pesky fly buzzing around our
heads.
I
forced my jaw to come up. Every step Garrison and Emily took made my pulse
speed up. By the time the two Rook siblings stood in front of me, I felt woozy.
Were my ears ringing or was that tinny
noise just one of Belshaw’s wind chimes?
“Hello
there.” Professor Belshaw grabbed one of Garrison’s large hands and pumped it.
It took two of hers to cover one of his. He had strong hands. I clearly
recalled how they had felt when he had run them over me that night in the treehouse. “It’s a real honor to have a
Carolina Cutter in the camp!”
I
glanced at Emily. She averted her gaze as the camp owner fawned over Garrison. Emily
knew there was tension between her brother and me, but I had never revealed to
her what kind of upset had occurred. Why should I tarnish Garrison in her eyes?
No one but my father knew of how this man had shredded me into ticker tape and then tossed me into the wind.
“It’s
a real pleasure to be here, Professor,” Garrison said. My skin prickled just
hearing his voice. Was it deeper? It sounded it. His brown eyes never left me
as he talked baseball with Professor Belshaw. I worked on keeping up with the
conversation they were having but my mind kept drifting back. To better days,
days when Garrison and I were the best of buddies riding our bikes through mud
puddles, sleeping out in the treehouse
during the summer, working on making a comic book that starred a baseball player
who used math as his super weapon. Those
memories assaulted me as I stood there staring at his hand clasped so tightly
by Belshaw.
“Isn’t
it exciting, O’Malley?” Hearing my name pulled me out of childhood
remembrances. My gaze flew to her then to
Garrison. He now had his hand back, which was good. Would it look bad if I
slugged him in the face and then stormed off? Probably.
1 comment:
I am in love.
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