Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors, where participants share 8 sentences from a book or WIP. For now, I might as well continue with the story from last week, which is in desperate need of a new title. The old working title, New Beginnings, is far too cliché and generic.
It’s the first day of summer vacation in June 1941, and Max’s father, Mr. Seward, has just announced that he’s gotten a divorce. The entire neighborhood has known for years that Mrs. Seward was openly cheating on her husband with many different men, but Mr. Seward is still keeping his own affair (with just one woman) under wraps. Mr. Seward is completely nonchalant about the divorce announcement and his children’s shocked reaction, and digs himself even deeper when he defends himself.
“Cheer up, kids. You all knew mine was a miserable marriage. I only ever married that tub of lard because I felt it my Christian duty to give a desperate woman a husband and children. It’s not like this is an announcement out of the blue. In the meantime, there’s no use dwelling on this turn of events. Ain’t there a dance tonight at the school? Maxwell, Elaine, and Tiffany are old enough to go, and it would be good to take their minds off of this.”
“It starts at eight and ends at eleven,” Tiffany moped.