publihwa.blogg.se

Ignoring the righteous twinkle in his eye, Leona slipped on the sensible brown flats she’d worn for the past ten years.

“Live your life worrying about what Maxine Davis thinks, she wins.” He had her, and he knew it. “As long as the Board believes we’re living on easy street, I don’t know how we’re going to make ends meet here on earth.”

“Don’t say heaven.” Leona rolled her eyes at J.D.’s ability to remain slow to anger. “How are we ever going to be able to afford to retire?” She stashed the box next to her forgotten dreams. “You know I adore living in this old parsonage, but we’re not accruing a dime of equity.” She buried the shoes in the box and closed the lid.

“Eighteen years and we haven’t even had a cost of living adjustment.” ‘Anyone who can buy new shoes doesn’t need a raise.’” Leona pushed J.D. Folks often guessed him a successful CEO of some major corporation rather than the pastor of a dying church in a small west Texas town. Harper was as handsome as the day they met some thirty years ago, even with the silver streaks traipsing across his well-trained waves. Leona loved the way this bear of a man nuzzled her neck every Sunday morning. “If Sister Maxine wants to talk, let’s give her somethin’ real juicy to say.” tucked his Bible under one arm and pulled Leona to him with the other. “The bows didn’t look this big on my computer screen.” “You don’t think they might be a bit much?” She reached for the shipping box. ” Leona twisted her ankle in front of the mirror, imagining herself brave enough to wear trendy shoes whenever she wanted. Why don’t you go ahead and break them in?” “If you want to wear fancy red shoes, wear ’em, darlin’.” “Living in the parsonage is not for sissies.” Leona Harper’s husband planted a kiss on the top of her head. Who is finally free to dance in red high heels. In this zany, trouble-filled, walk-through-grief adventure.Įscape into this delicious southern adventure. Reconciliation and healing won’t come easy Leona begins to put one foot in front of the other. May prove more difficult than reinventing herself.ĭetermined to give her broken family a shot at a second chance, Is forced to summon her estranged children home.īut parenting young adults in a nosy, small southern town Sooner or later everyone encounters a fork in the road. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used factiously. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission from the publisher.įor information visit: This is a work of fiction. Sign up for the no-spam newsletter and you’ll be the first Get Lynne Gentry’s Exclusive Content for FREE