The Worm Farmer's Wife |
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Author:
| Rose, Kaos |
ISBN: | 978-1-5215-2269-1 |
Publication Date: | Jun 2017 |
Publisher: | Independently Published
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Book Format: | Paperback |
List Price: | USD $14.99 |
Book Description:
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You will love Brenda. You will not love Max. The experiences they have together will leave you shaking your head. ..... Brenda, from chapter one: Air's getting dusty, nose starting to itch, so I scratch it good, then huff again. Eyebrows are feeling heavy, hard to lift. No fun being treated this way all the time. He thinks cause he's the man of the house, it's his job to be mean. I can see how women get frustrated, being a wife, if their husband's like Max. Only time I ever get my way...
More DescriptionYou will love Brenda. You will not love Max. The experiences they have together will leave you shaking your head. ..... Brenda, from chapter one: Air's getting dusty, nose starting to itch, so I scratch it good, then huff again. Eyebrows are feeling heavy, hard to lift. No fun being treated this way all the time. He thinks cause he's the man of the house, it's his job to be mean. I can see how women get frustrated, being a wife, if their husband's like Max. Only time I ever get my way is when I throw a tizzy fit. I lean back against my arms, stick my legs in front of me, start kicking my heels against the ground. "Ma-a-ax!" I say......Max, from chapter one, talking to Wilcox: Max feels a blush behind his ears. Bragging about it over a beer, high-school chick he was shacking up with. Needs to learn to keep his mouth shut. Never thought back then he'd end up marrying the girl. "Same one," he says. "Her folks bought me off, set me up with this worm farm. Had to marry the girl to make it happen."..... Mr. Bratcher, Brenda's English teacher, from chapter one: He takes a mouthful of purple-flavored dreams, tips his head back to watch his reflection in the stars. Listens as a feisty mockingbird purls golden stitches through the velvet silence. Certainly a poetic night, he thinks, a night for romance if there is such a thing. He watches the deep dark heavens, imagines himself traveling through the infinite blackness, out there somewhere, just beyond that shiny hunk of rock. Sounds like the ultimate joy, he thinks, and he lets the fantasy grow, and soon he's heading through space on a forever journey towards some distant constellation, got his own little spaceship here, all by himself.