Tonight I have been reading through my WIP, Book 3 in the Wyattsville Series, in order to reacquaint myself with the characters (get in the mood, so to speak) and tomorrow I will go back to work on it. I love when I have been away from something I have written and then go back and re-read it and love what I have written. LOL, sometimes I sit back and say, “Wow, I wrote that!” It’s a good feeling.
<h4>If you haven’t read Spare Change or Jubilee’s Journey, pick them up this summer so you’ll be ready for the third book set to release in the fall!</h4>
The Brotherhood Hall was a wooden building smack in the center of town; across the street was a dirt lot for parking. By the time Benjamin and Otis arrived the music and laughter could be heard for ten blocks in any direction. When they walked through the door Denny was waiting. He grabbed hold of Lucille’s hand and pulled her closer.
“Ben,” he said, “You met my daughter Lucille?”
“Afraid not,” Benjamin answered. “Pleased,” he said and gave a nod.
Lucille was plain as oatmeal and shy as a scared turtle. She gave him one quick glance then ducked back into her shell.
With the music from the jukebox loud and bouncing off of the walls, there wasn’t much room for talking. “Ask Lucille to dance,” Otis prodded.
As they stepped onto the floor, the Les Brown record ended and the music went from Sentimental Journey to Be-Baba-Lema. Poor Lucille looked like she was on the verge of fainting. “I can’t jitterbug,” she whispered in Benjamin’s ear.
“I ain’t none too crazy about it myself,” he answered. “We’ll get us some lemonade and wait for somethin’ else.”
As they were walking off the floor Benjamin got his first glimpse of Delia. She was wearing a red dress, tight around her waist with a skirt that flew up to the middle of her thigh as she jumped around. It was a quick flash of smile with lips scarlet as a ripe cherry but already Benjamin knew he wanted more.
He guided Lucille over to the refreshment table and ordered two Lemonades. As they stood there sipping their drinks, he scanned the dance floor in search of the red dress, but by then she was gone.
In time Be-Baba-Lema gave way to a soft tempo foxtrot and they returned to the dance floor. Halfway through the dance Benjamin looked over Lucille’s shoulder and saw those red lips smiling, not just smiling but smiling at him. In what was less than a heartbeat, she was gone again. There I’ve said it again Vaughn Monroe crooned, but Benjamin heard nothing. He stumbled through the remainder of the song then returned Lucille to her father’s side.
“Thank you for the dance Miss Lucille,” he said politely then off he went in search of the red lips.
Delia was standing in the far back and saw Benjamin crossing the floor. When he drew closer she said, “Hi Soldier,” and gave a smile.
Benjamin was comfortable talking to most anybody, but when he tried to answer Delia, his tongue got tied in knots. “I ain’t exactly…I used to…but…I ain’t…”
Delia laughed, “Is this your way of not asking me to dance?”
“No ma’am,” Benjamin stuttered.
“Ma’am?” Delia smiled. “You talking to me or my mama?”
“Why you, of course…”
“Well then call me Delia,” she said. “Ma’am sounds like my mama.”
As if it were something predestined from the first tick of time, Delia slipped into Benjamin’s arms and they moved onto the dance floor. They danced every dance and before the evening was over she’d agreed to see him again on Tuesday evening.
“We can meet down by the movie,” she said. “Six o’clock.”