Oh! Enjoy the excerpt too. *points down* The Wisdom of Hair is on my TBR list. 😀
The Queen of Tarts
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Wisdom of Hair
by Kim Boykin
Copyright © 2013
I was running so late I nearly stumbled out the front door of the garage apartment and didn’t even notice Winston until I got to the bottom of the steps. He was striding toward me with purpose, a slight smile on his beautiful face. He had something in his hand, a letter. My heart flip flopped in my chest like crazy over the very notion that finally, this man had noticed me. Maybe he couldn’t say it out loud, but he was an English professor for Pete’s sake, and he’d written down his feeling for me on paper. The first chapter of our happily every after.
“This was in the mail for you,” he said without so much as a hey or how are you. “If you want your own mailbox, I can have a handyman put one by your door.”
“No,” I squeaked, “thanks.” I don’t know what was worse that Monday, Winston’s idea of playing Post Office or Mama’s letter coming back to me with RETURN TO SENDER written in her scrawl.
I was wounded before I got to school, but when Sara Jane came down to the school and got the few things together that were hers before she said her good-byes, that did it. I wasn’t the only one affected by Sara Jane’s leaving. Anybody could see Mrs. Cathcart’s face was full of mixed emotions. She held Sara Jane in her arms like she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but one thing was for sure, Mrs. Cathcart was going to miss Sara Jane Farquhar.
“Oh, she takes things like this hard,” Mr. Cathcart said with a deep sigh as he watched Sara Jane go from station to station. “She wants everybody to finish and get their license, you know. Makes it even harder if they got the smarts Sara Jane has.
“Don’t think you’re going to get rid of me,” she said, as we put our arms around each other. “I’ve got a wedding to plan, and you’ve just got to be my maid of honor.”
“Oh, Sara Jane,” I whispered through tears. “I love you.”
She held me at arm’s length and looked at me. I don’t know why I felt so weak and broken in her gaze, but I did.
“Thank you for getting me as far as you did. I’ll never forget that.”
It wasn’t like she was leaving town or anything; still her leaving was hard to take. I must have looked peaked because Mr. Cathcart came by after Sara Jane left and told me to go straight home before I infected the whole school with whatever it was that I had. But the truth was that nobody there could catch what I had.
I went home straight away and contemplated my own heart. I don’t know if it was love or destiny or genetics that made me pant for Winston Sawyer, but I had a wanting inside me that could not be satisfied by school or good grades or even a best friend like Sara Jane Farquhar.
When I walked through my front door to my apartment that day, I left it wide open. I slipped out of my uniform and underclothes, got down on my hands and knees, and pulled the box out from under the bed marked Serendipity. Folding back the bronze-colored tissue paper carefully, I gathered up each side of the dress, and let that whisper of silk that had shamed me once before glide across my naked body.
There was no need to look in the full-length mirror I had bought a couple of weeks before. I was beautiful. I stood on my porch so the whole world could see me, including Winston Sawyer. The wind blew my hair about, making me feel light, lighter than air. I closed my eyes, caught hold of the breeze that made the curtains in his drinking room stir, and filled that room with my essence. I felt his touch on the hem of my dress and then on my ankle as he held me fast in wonder. Then his hand slid up my thigh and his lips kissed my belly before the wind picked me up again and levitated me back to my perch.
When I opened my eyes, the fantasy was over, and he was standing at the drinking room window. I have no idea what happened during the time I left my body and invaded the space he had reserved for himself and Emma, but I knew that, for a moment, Winston Sawyer was watching me.
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