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Windmills: A Novel (Excerpt 2) by Kenya D. Williamson

Windmills: A Novel (Excerpt 2) by Kenya D. Williamson

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Excerpt 2 - See the roots of the family scandal and hard feelings between Kate's uncles, grandfather and mother.

All Kate Morrow thinks she wants is to play music and get married. But, not wanting to be alone is keeping Kate in a dead-end relationship that might only end with her death.

Kate’s memories of her father are fuzzy, at best. Her parents argued. He left. And she’s been waiting for his return ever since. But, while Kate's chances for a reunion grow slimmer with every passing year, she decides if he won’t come to her, she’ll go to him.

Tracking down a little-known traveling musician isn't easy, but neither is walking down the aisle alone. Alex might not be perfect. But, he's the man Kate wants to marry. Even when he's jealous and angry, Kate knows he still loves her. And even when she hears the rumors, she knows he's still faithful...or at least, she used to.

The safe haven her mother created can't protect Kate as her memories return and her lover betrays her. And while Kate chooses reality over long-held fantasies, she must not only survive the violent consequences, but defend the people who stood beside her, all along.
Excerpt 2 - See the roots of the family scandal and hard feelings between Kate's uncles, grandfather and mother.

All Kate Morrow thinks she wants is to play music and get married. But, not wanting to be alone is keeping Kate in a dead-end relationship that might only end with her death.

Kate’s memories of her father are fuzzy, at best. Her parents argued. He left. And she’s been waiting for his return ever since. But, while Kate's chances for a reunion grow slimmer with every passing year, she decides if he won’t come to her, she’ll go to him.

Tracking down a little-known traveling musician isn't easy, but neither is walking down the aisle alone. Alex might not be perfect. But, he's the man Kate wants to marry. Even when he's jealous and angry, Kate knows he still loves her. And even when she hears the rumors, she knows he's still faithful...or at least, she used to.

The safe haven her mother created can't protect Kate as her memories return and her lover betrays her. And while Kate chooses reality over long-held fantasies, she must not only survive the violent consequences, but defend the people who stood beside her, all along.

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Published by: Kenya D. Williamson on Mar 09, 2011
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Glory‟s old high school sweetheart proposed two months after Edgar‟s funeral. Alone, excluding infrequent phone calls from undergrads expecting her tardy return to campus, she attempted to entertain her big brother during routine stopovers — and read frivolous letters aimed at blaming her for the dispossession of the conscience-stricken. The humble Morrow estate — no matter the volume of vehement objections — was bequeathed as a two-way split. Glory welcomed Terry‟s share — half of their childhood home — with a tiny twinge of guilt and his generous blessing. Living over an hour away, Terry noted his youngest relation required someplace to stay till she could decide whether she would resume her studies the succeeding semester. He and his wife hoped she would. Still, the isolated occupant accepted Dale‟s offer. Glory had always wanted to have a large family. And hers seemed to be disappearing. But, she‟d imagined doing it after she‟d obtained a postgraduate degree. The day her mother had left to go grocery shopping, her exemplar brushed Glory‟s hair and casually instructed her child that she could be whatever she wished in life — so long as she strived to get an education and didn‟t get tied down too young. None of the advice-giver‟s offspring ever saw her again. However, the sensitivity of that information didn‟t stop nosy neighbors from claiming they‟d spotted the drunken

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defector in nearby towns. Gossip traveled quickly. Edgar never mentioned seeing the slandered subject — though he had on one chilly evening. He‟d stealthily looked and found. Determined to drag her back — by force if necessary — he opted to listen first. Navigating shrouded anger — to impede the anticipated, very public explosion — he internally acknowledged his part. But, he wouldn‟t confess it. Since they‟d lost their first son, the bereaved head of household had been extremely detached. He‟d decided his role as a father was to be a financial provider and little else. Fearful of virtually falling apart during another lurking, unavoidable tragedy — as he‟d nearly succumbed in the past — he‟d refused to bond with the rest of his brood. They‟d survived, he believed, because of his strength. But, he‟d forgotten to be a husband. Silent lovemaking without eye contact distressed his wife less than the habitual hush of daybreak and dusk. The affectionate extrovert Margaret had married at eighteen was merely a memory — an obscure one. That scared her — more than abandoning her kin had shamed her. The wearied waitress took solace, trusting her spouse could capably continue taking care of their kids unassisted until her eventual return. She often lied to herself concerning unpleasant plans for the future. So, lying to Edgar was an automatic way to fuel her delusion.

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The affliction which flashily danced in dodging glances indicated it was still too much for her to bear honestly — to the man she once loved. After a few minutes‟ explanation and fabrication, all Edgar heard was that she wouldn‟t go back. Not yet. And he couldn‟t make her. The rest of the exposition formed an auditory blur. Lips moving. Eyes tearing. Nose running. Chin trembling. Fingers fretting over a tattered towel used for sopping up belligerent regulars‟ spilled beer. Her heartbreak was palpable to all who eavesdropped. Still, her conduct was unforgivable in Edgar‟s mind. Worse than the loss of William, Margaret had chosen to leave. The two deserters shared a similar place in his head. They were both dead in his opinion. But, one of the parties was no longer wanted. Margaret convinced herself her husband simply needed time to embrace the climate of their changing situation. He‟ll come around, she thought for weeks — which turned into several, solitary years. Edgar‟s death — and seclusion in life — prevented the organization of any reunion. Glory and her brothers had been forbidden to utter their mother‟s name in his presence — proper or title. Only at his funeral, three of his four adult children examined nonchalant attendees‟ faces for one they hoped would appear familiar. Their efforts bore no fruit. Much like his father, Terry felt further disappointment might destroy him. So, he didn‟t dare look.

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