First paragraph from Chapter 2 of upcoming novel: What They Did Instead
It was a slow-moving summer morning of no plans. Juliette, on the third of her twelve daily cups of black coffee, was carefully
slicing a bowl of slippery peaches. Picked from their acreage that morning, the fruit was juicy, the size of softballs,
and would spoil them for all other peaches the rest of their lives. When the phone rang, Hedy plucked a couple of slices from the
bowl, handed one to Bridget and slid the other in her mouth. Juliette rinsed her hands at the sink and by the fourth ring, grabbed
the receiver. It was her mother, Ruby, calling with a medical report she knew was coming.