TUESDAY, AUGUST 11, 2015
AT LEAST IT’S A BEGINNING
I’ve finally started chapter 2 of Trail Blazer
N.W. rose quickly to see who was banging on his door. As soon as he lifted the latch his mouth flew open. Standing in front of him was his best friend John looking as if he’d heard the world was coming to an end. Beside John stood his sister Sarah wringing her hands and crying.
“Holy Mackerel!” said N.W. “John, what wrong? Has someone died?”
John’s face was flushed with anger. “It’s that big, fat preacher who has decided to build an orphanage. I’d like to wring his neck!”
“You’re talking about Reverend Whitefield?”
“Yes, he’s the one. He’s so anxious to fill his new orphanage until he goes around picking up every child he sees.”