Happy Friday! It’s raining like mad here, but I’m a happy little duck. I have a title for the new book (more about the meaning of that in a later blog), Husband and I are working on the cover, and the manuscript is going through beta readings. Meanwhile, I wanted to share a bit. If you’d like to sign up for my mailing list and be one of the first to know when the book hits Amazon, hop over here and leave me your e-mail address. Thank you!
“I spoke with her last night,” Rashid said.
Milk dripped off the piece of chocolate donut Emerson had just dunked into his glass. Rashid merely sipped his tea, prepared, as always, with one sugar, stirred five times counterclockwise. He set his cup on a folded napkin, arranged his small, brown hands right over left on his lap, and gazed mildly ahead.
Emerson chewed his bite of donut. He admired his housemate’s resolve. It terrified Emerson to imagine spending the rest of his life with a stranger of his parents’ choosing. His greatest fear was that she’d find him inadequate, that she’ll long for a “manlier” man, with broad shoulders and a square jaw, one who would take charge, make lots of money, never complain, and always know how to fix things. Inevitably, she would leave him and sleep with other men, like Sarah had. He swallowed and said, “How did it go?”
Rashid shrugged. “She comes from a good family. She is studying business management.”
“It’s a very demanding program; I don’t see how she has time for much else.”
“No, I meant, that’s all you learned about her?”
“It was a short conversation.”
“But she’s…no offense, but a total stranger. What if you’re, you know, wildly incompatible?”
“My parents would never choose such a woman for me,” Rashid said. “They know me best and only have my best interests at heart.”
Emerson noted the quiet confidence radiating from his friend. There had to be a great sense of security in knowing that when you’re ready to marry, a compatible woman would appear. How much time, money, and anxiety had Emerson wasted on women over the years, looking for someone who could love him? And how many fragments of his soul had died in the quest?
“At least her voice isn’t unpleasant, and that is a good thing.” Rashid took another sip of tea. Set the cup gently on the table and straightened his spoon. “Don’t you think?”
Emerson looked up from his breakfast. It was the first time he’d seen Rashid display anything less than utter sangfroid about his impending nuptials. The corners of Emerson’s mouth dipped further down; his shoulder sagged. Maybe he would continue to flounder with the opposite sex, maybe he’d been hurt and disappointed. And maybe he’d never find a woman who would love him as much or in the same way as he loved her, but he hoped to God that when and if he did marry, he’d have more good reasons to cling to than a voice he didn’t detest.
I got to read it…neener neener neener. It is Laurie Boris at her most brilliant.
Oh…oh…! You have male protagonists! And a male perspective on the whole arranged marriage thing! I’m totally hooked Laurie. 😀
😀 There’s a female protagonist, too. Oh, I’m getting more excited about putting this one out! Husband, hurry up with that cover!
lmao – I hate to sound manipulative but have you thought of baking a cake and wafting it in his direction? Not exactly bribery but… persuasion?
Enjoyed the snippet. Thanks for sharing.