WHERE THE HEART LEADS

 True to her promise (threat?), your girl will deliver unto you the first couple of paragraphs of the first chapter of her second publish book Where the Heart Leads.

 

 

Moira drove into the asphalt lot across the street from the yellow brick building and swung her six-year-old Toyota into a marked space.

 Panic crawled up her spine.

It's just another audience, the told herself. You know the routine--you've bin auditioning since you were a kid. No big deal. You ether get the part or you don't, and if you don't, there's always another audition around the corner.

But this wasn't Hollywood or New York--it was small-town Texas--and she wasn't a kid trying out for a role as somebody's tag-along little sister anymore. She was an adult, twenty-six years old, and today would be the first day of a three-month trial to be herself, Moira Miranda Farrar.... but with no safety net this time. She sighed. The Bosque Bend Theater Guild had signed her on to direct their upcoming production, and if she could pull it off, they'd keep her on..... permanently.

And if they didn't? 

 No, that wasn't an option. She had to keep this  job. Everything defended on her success--not only for her, but also for her family, just as it had since she was four years old when Gramp discovered she had a freakish memory and a gift for mimicry--with his disability pension stretched to the limit, she'd become the the major support of the family.

She draped her arms on the steering wheel and stared at the building that was gleaming gold in the bright October sun. It looked like an old school to her, but Pendleton Swaim, her contract with the theater group, had called it the town museum and told her the board met there.

Glancing at her stylishly oversized wristwatch, she she realized she was early, which gave her time to get the lay of the land before she met with her new employers....

NOW! ABOUT GERMAN:   das Buch     / Es steht im Buch, it says in the book.

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