Book Details
Publisher: Independent Author
Published: June 2016
ISBN10: B01FWMONR6
ISBN13: 9781945404030
Genre: Action/Adventure
Subgenre: Western
Target Audience: Young Adult
Website: www.wordsbytwo.com/books/e-books/no-pizza-delivery
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No Pizza Delivery?
By Grace Marshall
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Ruth rubbed her eyes wearily as she began to awaken to the bright Wisconsin sunrays that pierced her eyelids. The long awaited summertime was finally here and she was going to enjoy it.
Ruth swung her feet over the side of the bed and tossed aside the covers. She was surprised to hear a knock on her bedroom door. It was probably her father; his timing was impeccable. “Come in,” she called.
The door opened to reveal whom she expected; he entered hesitantly after he flicked her bedroom light on. His deep periwinkle eyes focused on her but she knew his mind was elsewhere. He shuffled forward. He paused halfway across the bedroom floor, gnawing on his bottom lip slightly.
Ruth raised an eyebrow, surprised that there was something that could cause her father enough consternation to leave him speechless. “Is something wrong, dad?”
“Well...” he took a deep breath, his gaze still concentrated on her. “Well,” he repeated,” I have to tell you something.”
“Well, go ahead and tell me, you know you can tell me anything.” Ruth leaned back slightly, resting deep upon her rump.
“It’s not that I don’t think I can tell you. It’s just that it will greatly affect you and I’m not sure how you will react.” That’s when she noticed the worry in his eyes.
Ruth’s eyebrows tightened slightly. “Dad, we’ve always been able to talk to each other, haven’t we? I can handle whatever bomb you are about to drop on me.” She certainly hoped so anyway.
“Yeah, I know. I just want you to be happy and to live a fulfilling life but I’m afraid this might take a while to adjust to.” He trailed two steps closer.
Ruth’s mind spun as she tried to think of all the things that affected her that could potentially cause a flip out. “I hope you aren’t going to marry Sandra all of a sudden or something.” Her mind traveled to the nanny/maid who was in her early twenties, more than 15 years younger than him.
He threw his head back in a laugh. Good. He might put mustard on his fries but he hadn’t gone completely off his rocker. “No, nothing like that, but she is not going to be coming with us.”