Here's a large snip of Chapter 1 of the new book "Til Death Us Do Join" that will come out next week Saturday. :-)
Screams flew up as people plummeted into the darkness below. Gene’s mind notified him instantly that this had to be the greatest rollercoaster thrill ever. Maggie and he rode it for the fourth time that afternoon and each time this part surprised him. The steepness of the drop, the insane speed that the little cart reached and the black hole they literally fell into were just too wild. Finishing touch was the jolt with which the cart reached the end of the drop in total darkness, and then was thrown into a corkscrew spiral that took them upside down at least a dozen times while laser light painted crazy patterns in the fog around them. The cart slammed to a halt against a rubber block. Thank god there were seat belts or no one would stay in the little cart, Maggie thought as she heard Gene’s oompf next to her. “Wimp!” she yelled laughing, and yelped as the small vehicle was yanked to the left, just in time for the next one to slam into the rubber block. Dizzily she crawled out of the cart, holding on to Gene’s hand. She saw that he was swaying as much as she did, so they both leaned against the wall on the way out, behind many others who leaned against the wall towards the exit.
“Another run?” Gene asked out of sheer stubbornness. “Please say no, I’ve had enough.”
“Wimp,” Maggie said, glad that he was so honest. Had he gone, she’d have gone too, even when it felt her brain was backwards inside her skull from all the wild turns and shoves. Who knows, it might flip back.
“Let’s go for a beer,” Gene suggested, “or two.”
“You’re on, and since you’re so generous, you’re buying!” Maggie laughed.
Together they staggered to the nearest place that sold beer in the amusement park.
It was late in the evening when the two finally came home to the little cabin they’d rented. It had taken a few detours for Gene to find the right place as alcohol had severely clouded his judgement, but they made it safely. Before leaving the car they sat and looked at each other, laughing and feeling like a million bucks.
“And we came all the way from Oklahoma for this, lover boy,” Maggie said, “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
“I know, I know,” Gene said, his head against the head-rest. “It’s been a long time since I had such a great time. That rollercoaster ride was so feckin’ cool. We have to hit it again before we have to go back.”
“Yeah, really, but not now. I drank too much, I don’t want to throw up.” Maggie fumbled with the seat belt and then pushed the door open. She stepped out and leaned against the car until the world had steadied itself around her. “Hey buster, get out of the car, I need you to get me inside.” For a moment she considered slapping the car roof, but the sound would probably be an assault on her ears as much as on his.
“Coming, coming,” Gene said as he left the car. “Always the feckin’ same with you, always need me to get inside you. But I’m not complainin’…” Together they staggered to the door.
“You’re drunk,” said Maggie.
“Look who’s talking,” Gene countered as he fumbled for the right key in the dark.
“Gimme those, you’re no good,” Maggie giggled as she grabbed for the keys that then fell to the ground. “Now see what you did…” She dropped to her knees and found the keys. Carefully she picked the right key and after only three attempts she managed to open the door. “Urgh, God, I’m never going to get up again.” She leaned over and crawled inside on all fours. Gene grinned and followed her the same way, just because it was funny.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod…” Maggie groaned as waking up came with the sorest head in her life. “I’m hung over.” Gene didn’t respond so she prodded his side. “Hey.”
“I said I’m hung over.”
Gene belched. “Join the club.”
“You’re an animal.” Maggie prodded again, for different reasons.
“And I’m in bed. Hah. I’m an animal in bed,” Gene said, pleased with his deduction despite his headache. “I want coffee.” The latter statement sounded more like a lament compared to his earlier pleasure.
“Go make some. And make some for me too,” Maggie said with her eyes closed and her hands on her forehead. “Bloody shit, I drank too much yesterday.”
“Lately you drink too much every yesterday.” Gene fell out of bed as he attempted to get up. “Crap. That hurts.”
Maggie crawled to his side of the bed. “Don’t damage my shoes. They were expensive.”
“Hey, what about me? I’m expensive too.” Gene belched again and was rewarded with a slap over the head.
“You’re so wrong, mister. I paid good money for those shoes. I got you for free.” Maggie shattered him with her logic. “Now go make coffee and prove you’re worth something.”
Gene got up and looked at Maggie as he held on to the foot end of the bed. “You and your mouth,” he grinned. “Back to the rollercoaster this afternoon?”
“Coffee!” Maggie tried to kick at him but her feet were still under the covers so it looked amusing instead of threatening. She immediately calmed down as her head complained about the noisy abuse she inflicted on herself. As Gene made his way out of the bedroom, she knew that coffee would be available soon.
(There's more in the chapter, you can find it here.)
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