A work in Progress
Excerpt, Chapter One
“How great for you, Leah!” Heather Granger pulled her housemate into a bear hug but felt Leah Summer’s resistance and stepped back, dropping her arms to her sides. She eyed the blond beauty, who was using her fingers to fluff the sides of her golden curls. In the two weeks since Heather invited Leah to move into her newly acquired home, it was the first time Heather detected underlying anger. Leah had shown a tendency to be snippy, but Heather figured it was because Leah was always in a hurry. She never gave herself enough time to get anywhere. “You should be over the top, whooping it up,” Heather continued, adjusting her auburn hair to flow around the shoulders of the emerald green blouse she wore. “Getting a call from one of the top modeling agencies in Chicago makes you a real star.”
Leah shrugged and leaned into the full-length mirror she and Heather were sharing. Heather watched Leah press her lips together to get an enhanced red, stopping short of biting into them. When Leah ran her hands down the contour of her slim frame, she nudged Heather’s arm aside. “I’m not like you, Heather. You get calls from THE top modeling agency every day of the week. I have to work for my jobs.”
“My mother knew Marcie from way back.” She touched Leah’s shoulder. “Just like we do.” Leah ignored the comment and squinted at the overhead light.
“I’ll get a bigger wattage bulb this weekend,” Heather said. “Dear Grams was going blind. She didn’t know it was so dark in here.” She blocked out the image of her dear Gramma Franny’s last days. She stopped adjusting the band at her waist and felt the tears form. The wonderful lady was gone. “But not forgotten,” Heather said aloud.
