Thank you to everyone who spread the word about The Twelfth Child. It was a top 15 Amazon Bestseller on February 17! Enjoy this excerpt from the book:
Top 15 Amazon Bestseller – Friday Fiction
By August, the stack of dollar bills in Abigail’s shoebox had grown noticeably smaller, despite the fact that Gloria was paying more than her share of the expenses. Abigail started to worry and took to considering employment listings she had previously passed by – she’d let her finger linger on the advertisement for draftsman, wondering precisely what such a job might entail, then she’d considered the opening for an elephant trainer, thinking, how hard could something like that be? Shortly before Labor Day, she got to feeling truly desperate and asked Gloria if there were any other openings at Chicken Castle. As it turned out, Mildred, the cashier, had developed a spur on her tailbone and could no longer sit for such long hours, so she’d given her two weeks notice.
Early the next morning, Abigail walked into Chicken Castle and asked if she might have the job. That afternoon she went back to the library.
“I missed you this morning,” Miss Spencer said. “We’ve a number of books to be replaced in the stacks, and some overdues you can check on.”
“I got a job,” Abigail said despondently. “I won’t be able to help anymore.”
“With a book publisher?” Miss Spencer asked anxiously.
“What do they publish?”
“Nothing. They sell fried chicken. I’m going to be the cashier.”
“Cashier?” Miss Spencer echoed, looking as if she was about to fall over in a dead faint. “A girl of your ability? A girl with aspirations of becoming a writer?”
Abigail shrugged. “At least it’s a job.”
“Lord-in-Heaven! A person who’s worked with Ida Jean Meredith, dishing out fried chicken!”
“I won’t be serving the chicken,” Abigail answered. “I’ll be the cashier.”
“Absolutely not!” Miss Spencer snapped.
“I’ve already got the job”
“Well, you’ll simply have to tell them you can’t accept it.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I need you here at the library.” Miss Spencer started clacking the overdue stamp down on a bunch of books like a machine run amuck.
“But, this job doesn’t pay any salary.”
“It does now! You start today. Assistant Librarian in training.”
“In training for what?” Abigail asked, looking as if it were virtually impossible for her to have heard what she heard.
“No,” Miss Spencer exclaimed, reversing herself. “Not in training. You’ll be hired as a full-fledged Assistant Librarian! And in November, when I retire, you’ll become Head Librarian!”
Abigail’s mouth fell open – if a person wasn’t going to be a writer, the next best thing was to spend every day in a building filled with wonderful stories. She was starting to imagine herself reading every single book, not once, but twice. Maybe when she became head librarian, she’d stay here all night, reading until her eyes could no longer hold themselves open and then she’d fall to sleep in the back room.
“No need to argue,” Miss Spencer said. “My mind’s made up!”