Excerpt- Untitled First to Fall -Book 2

“You do that a lot, you know. It’s sort of a tell, that growl of yours. Have you even seen puppies playing?” Celeste snorted,” What am I saying, of course you have. In the old days, before they had paved roads, before cars and your electronics, I lived on a plantation. We grew cotton and raised a few animals , we had guard and hunting dogs that lived in the barn. And every year, like clockwork, our bitches would have a litter. And in every litter, there was a runt, one that was always a little smaller, a little clumsier, and a little slower. But they were always the first to puff up their little chests and growl at the bigger dogs. And do you know what usually happened? They would get their asses chewed up by the big dogs every single time. You remind me of those little pups, coming in here with your little chest puffed up, growling and snarling. “
“Look, I know people of your advanced age tend to ramble, but is there a point to this?” Hannah sighed..
Celeste smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Slowly, she lifted her tea cup, determined to keep her hands from shaking. She didn’t want Hannah to see that she was still feeling the effects of her ordeal.
“Yes. The point is that they sent a runt to battle a big dog. And in case you’re wondering, I’m still the biggest bitch in the barn.”


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