Book Details
Publisher: Outskirts Press
Published: October 2018
ISBN10: B07KQM9YQ6
ISBN13: 9781478793182
Genre: General
Subgenre: Contemporary
Target Audience: General
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Topics/Issues
teens, teenage, teenagers, unmarried, singleness, single parenting, single moms, redeem, salvation, redemption, reconcile, reconciliation, peer, parent, parenting, parents, interracial relationships, hopefulness, hopeful, hope, grieving, loss, mourning, death, grief, forgiveness, forgive, forgiving, family obligation, family, faithful, faith, deception, deceit, bitterness, bitter, betrayal, betrayed, anger, accept, acceptance, Accepting, Cooperation, Perseverance
Setting
Amanda and That Boy
By Barbara M. Sutryn
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Chapter 1
Amanda ignored the first two rings of the doorbell, but on the third ring, shifting from neutral to annoyed, she got up and started toward the door. Striving for firmness and composure, she muttered to herself, rehearsing. Which would it be this time? “I do not do business with door-to-door salesmen.” “No, I support other charities.” “No, I do not wish to learn ....whatever...”
The large man who stood outside was casually dressed. She saw, through the glass pane, that he was examining a small card he held in his hand. When she opened the door part-way, he looked up and smiled.
She stared at him, attempting a smile, wondering if he was someone she should recognize, but no identity came to mind.
“I’m looking for Mrs. Henry. Have I come to the right place?” he asked.
She was debating whether to admit that she was Mrs. Henry, when he introduced himself as George Harmon, and said, “I have an appointment...”
Oh! She remembered. It had been on one of those days when she had decided to pull herself up out of her dismal life by taking charge and doing things. She had agreed to meet this man, though her motive for doing so had already faded away. He had mentioned something about teaching social skills to the underprivileged, she remembered, now.
She straightened her shoulders. “I am Amanda Wade Henry.” Remembering that she was a Wade might help her get through this. And it might let him know who he was dealing with.
She ushered him in to her sitting room, and moved a stack of magazines to make a place for him to sit.
“I was admiring the beautiful urn by your front door,” he said, smiling.
Amanda did not smile at this intruder. “Please get right to the point.”
It seemed to her, though, that he took a very long route to reach the point. But when he did, their conversation ended abruptly. “You want me to take in a foster child!? No, thank you. You may leave now.”
He showed surprise and disappointment at her response, but mumbled an apology as he moved toward the door.
Suddenly Amanda was sorry for him. She had been impolite. No, she had been rude. But she had been right.
And then, it struck her! She had sounded just like Stoneface.
With that thought, the gears shifted again—into reverse. Once again, she was sitting across the desk from Stoneface, seething at the woman’s heartlessness, hearing her strident voice...