It’s been a year since we first met Lenore Porter.
We’ve read her words, watched her struggles, and felt her pain.
As Lennie attempts to make peace with the past, she questions her own motivations, and her own heart, determined to give her three sons the best life possible. She’s sure didn’t always make the best decisions, but she made them for the right reasons.
Today’s installment is short, but it’s an insight into a side of Lennie not yet explored during this online journey – Lennie, the woman.
While it is short, it is not the end. Tomorrow, Friday, May 12th, the cover for “Free, a Novella” will be revealed. Free is coming to an ereader near you soon!
To Be Continued…
Free, a Novella
by Felicia Denise
The two women worked together in silence on opposite sides of the large kitchen island. Linda Kelimore stirred the peach filling, tasting and adding more sugar, while Lennie readied the dough pockets for the fried pies.
“I’m pretty sure that dough is sorry.”
Lennie paused from punching and rolling the dough and frowned.
“Huh? What?” She looked down at the pastry circles on the floured counter. “Sorry for what?”
“For whatever reason, you’re abusing it like that!” Linda smirked. “We’ve made fried pies together dozens of times, and I can’t remember you ever punching the dough down so many times. “
Lennie’s face heated hearing her mother’s words. Laying the rolling pin aside, she wiped her hands and grabbed a bottled water from the fridge. After several sips, she looked pointedly at her mother.
“Is it normal for married couples to not have sex?”
Linda continued stirring the large pan of fruit but regarded her daughter with an understanding smile.
“Yes, it is.”
Eyes widening, Lennie sat the bottle of water on the counter and leaned toward Linda Kelimore.
“Are you messing with me, Mom? How is it normal?”
Covering the pot with a lid, Linda removed it from the stove top burner and set it aside to cool.
“Marriage is between two people, honey. Two flawed, imperfect people who make mistakes, forget special dates, and can sometimes be incredible pains-in-the-ass.” Linda chuckled at her own comment. “So much goes on in life’s day-to-day routine, of course, there will times when sex isn’t even a consideration.”
Lennie’s expression blanched, her eyes wide in disbelief. “I guess… I… never really thought about it that way.”
“Of course, you didn’t. You’re a young woman. A newlywed chasing the happily-ever-after.” Her eyes flared to match the wicked grin on her face. “You’re still living in the days of your husband rushing in from work, ripping your clothes off, and taking you right in the middle of the living room floor.”
Horrified, Lennie backed away from the counter, holding her hands up in front of her. “Enough, mom! This just got awkward!”
Linda popped from around the island counter, dancing toward her daughter. “How is this awkward, sweetie? We’re just two old married ladies discussing life!” Wiggling her eyebrows, the older woman gracefully slid from side to side, dropped into a squat and bounced back up, perfectly executing the Cabbage Patch.
Brushing off her mother’s previous statement, Lennie grinned. “Wow, mom! Didn’t know you could still move like that! You got some moves!”
Still dancing to the music in her head, Linda twirled gleefully, melting away the years. “Thank you, sweetie! You know your dad and I always loved to dance. That man really has the moves on… and off the dance floor.”
Screaming, Lenore Porter clamped her hands over her ears. “Mom! TMI! TMI! This conversation is over!” She watched her mother dance in her direction and Lennie turned and fled from the kitchen in a very quick waddle.
Laughing to herself, eyes still on the door her pregnant daughter just hurried through, Linda plopped down on a counter bar stool. She was proud of her performance. She succeeded in taking Lennie’s mind off her troubles… if only for a little while.
Linda wasn’t a fan of Ranard Porter. If she were being honest, she didn’t like him and felt he was not the man her daughter needed. But it wasn’t her call. Lennie chose and married him. In a few weeks, the young couple would be new parents. No matter what her personal feelings were, Linda would never do anything to hurt her oldest child.
And Ranard had better not either.
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