Out Of Left Field: Marlee's Story - Plot & Excerpts
Clanton - Out of Left Field @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Three Friday Night MARLEE HAD ABOUT an hour before Jeri came to pick her up for their Friday night trek to East Valley. Marlee stood in front of her open closet door and stared at the assortment of clothes. An ever growing pile of rejected jeans, t-shirts, turtlenecks, and sweaters littered the bed and the braided rug on the hardwood floor. The overhead light, the lamp on her crowded desk, and the lamp on her bedside stand did nothing to illuminate her dilemma over what to wear.She sighed and plopped her weary body into her father’s olive green recliner. Even though the arms of the bulky chair kept getting caught on the walls of the narrow stairwell, she and her mother wrestled the beast into her bedroom several years earlier. They had done this on the one year anniversary of her father’s death. Marlee had been eleven years old the winter her father died. A drunk driver hit her father’s car and sent both cars sliding out of control on the icy hill near Levey’s Corner.
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