My science fiction novel TIME FRAME is now available as an EBook from NECON EBooks at http://www.neconebooks.com.
Last month, on January 21, as a sneak preview I featured Chapter 1 of the novel here on this blog. Today the sneak preview continues with Chapter 2. If you’d like to read Chapter 1, feel free to check out the January 21 post.
Hope you enjoy it. Here’s Chapter 2 of TIME FRAME.
Thanks for reading!
“You should have a glass of wine. It’ll relax you,” Adam said to his wife.
“Wine?” Sandy said, her wheels spinning, as if she had never heard of the beverage before. “Yes, wine sounds good. I will have a glass of wine.”
Suddenly screams erupted from the second floor, followed by the cacophony of shouting boys. Running feet came next, down the staircase.
“Mommy! Daddy! Stephen hit me!”
Adam raised his hand towards his wife in a calming gesture.
“I’ll take care of it,” He said.
His youngest son, Nate, charged towards him and wrapped his arms around his waist. “Stephen hit me in the head, and it hurts!”
“I did not hit him!” Stephen shouted.
His oldest son had also joined them in the dining room.
“Yes, you did!” Nate hollered.
“Alright, alright,” Adam said. “Everyone just keep calm.”
“He hit me, and I hate him! I hate him!”
Nate let go of Adam and burst into the living room.
Adam looked at Sandy. Her hands were on her hips.
“Way to handle things, honey,” she said.
Little Nate trotted back into the doorway between the dining room and the living room. He pointed into the living room.
“Who’s that?” He asked.
Sandy placed her hands on her little son’s shoulders, and she looked at her husband. “Yes, Adam, who’s that?”
Stephen was across the floor in a second and joined his mother and younger brother in the doorway.
“Who is that?” Stephen asked.
Adam’s grandfather had been seated in the rocking chair in front of the television set, but he was standing now. Adam saw a look of joy and astonishment on his face.
“Your children,” Papa said. “They’re beautiful. That little one looks just like you. You look just like your father, little one.”
“My name’s Nate.”
“Hello, Nate,” Papa said.
“And this is Stephen, our oldest son,” Adam said, pointing to his light-haired boy, who shared a complexion and facial features with his mother. Nate had dark hair and resembled Adam more.
“Who are you?” Nate asked boldly.
“Who am I? I’m—,” Papa paused and seemed to look to Adam for guidance.
“This is—,” Adam said, but then he paused. Looking at Sandy, he realized that if he had to choose his words any more carefully, he’d have to hire a publicist. “Remember I told you about my grandfather, Papa, the one who used to live in this house?”
Sandy cleared her throat, and Adam read her like a book. Don’t you dare, she was saying.
“This is his brother,” Adam said.
“I thought Uncle Leo was his brother?” Stephen asked.
“Yes, Uncle Leo is my grandfather’s brother. This is another brother. He’s not from around here.”
“I’m from the old country,” Papa said. “My name is— Bela. You can call me uncle Bela.”
“Yes, Uncle Bela,” Adam said. He appreciated the help. He certainly needed it. “Say hello to your uncle Bela, boys.”
“Hello uncle Bela,” the two boys droned.
“Hello, boys,” said ‘uncle Bela.’ “What fine looking boys you two are! One that looks like the mother, and the other that looks just like his father!”
“Alright, boys, say bye to uncle Bela,” Sandy said. “Mom and Dad need to talk to uncle Bela alone, please. Go back and play.”
“But Stephen hit me!” little Nate whined.
“I did not hit you!” Stephen whined back.
Sandy rolled her eyes. “Go play some video games or something!”
“But you said we couldn’t play until we cleaned our room,” Stephen said.
“Well, I changed my mind!” Sandy said. “Go play!”
The boys cheered and immediately raced up the staircase, with all talk of who hit who erased from their vocabulary.
“You have beautiful children,” Papa said.
Adam approached him. “Bela?”
“After Bela Lugosi. You know he was my favorite actor.”
“Yes, I remember,” Adam said.
“I am— Dracula,” the man said, doing his best Lugosi accent and showing his fangs.
“If I shove some garlic in your face, will you go away?” Sandy said.
The doorbell rang.
“That must be mom,” Adam said. “Are you ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Papa said, his eyes watering, “to see my oldest daughter.”
“Stay here,” Adam said to his grandfather as he walked from the living room to the front door.
Adam opened the door and let his mother inside.
“So, what’s this about? You said on the phone there was someone here I needed to see?” Adam’s mom asked. “Who?” “Kathryn! Good to see you!”
Sandy approached her mother-in-law holding a huge glass of red wine. “Can I get you a glass of wine? It’s really good. This is my second.”
Kathryn smiled at her daughter-in-law. “No, thank you, dear, it’s too early for me.”
“That’s too bad,” Sandy said. “You’re going to need it.”
Kathryn leaned into her son’s ear. “Wine in the morning? What’s she talking about?”
“Aren’t you going to show your mom who’s in the living room?” Sandy asked.
“Who is in the living room?” Kathryn asked.
“I’ll show you,” Adam said.
Sandy raised her free hand. “No! You tell her before you bring her in there. Don’t you dare spring this on her without telling her first!”
“Without telling me what?” Kathryn asked.
“I’m not sure what to say,” Adam said. “Just prepare yourself for a shock, but a good shock. I mean, it’s nothing bad.”
“Tell her,” Sandy urged.
“Papa’s here,” Adam said.
“What?” Kathryn asked.
Adam ushered his mother into the living room.
A man stood in the center of the room.
“Hello, Kathryn,” he said. “So, how’s my oldest daughter?”
“Oh my God,” Kathryn gasped.
She slumped into her son’s arms.
—END Chapter 2—
Sneak preview of Chapter 3 coming soon!
Thanks for reading!