Over My Head
Marie Lamba
Publisher
Lamba Associates, Inc.
P.O. Box 415
Doylestown, PA 18901
Copyright 2011 Marie Lamba
Cover copyright Cheryl Perez
Book design and layout copyright ? 2011 Cheryl Perez
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Email with inquiries to: marielamba@hotmail.com
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from Marie Lamba.
Edition: June 2011
In loving memory of Daljit Lamba
1
He turns to me, his cool blue eyes heating me to the core. "Sang," he says with real gravity. "I have something I have to tell you."
THIS IS IT. Gary Westbrock is going to confess his undying passion for me, Sang Jumnal. Finally.
See? Good things do happen-even to me. It's like all that positive karma I've been putting into the universe for years is finally flowing straight back to right here, right now.
We're sitting side by side at a picnic table outside Planet Smoothie. I gaze at his blond eyelashes glittering in the noon sun. At the spray of freckles that stretch like a comet across his left cheek. At the long strawberry bangs dangling over his forehead.
"What is it, Gary?" I smile deeply so the dimple on my right cheek shows.
You are the woman of my dreams. Could you possibly ever care for me in the same way, Sang?
"Sang!" This interruption is from Megan, who's by the parking lot waving her cell.
My fantasy evaporates as I blink at Gary, who hasn't really told me anything yet.
"Sang. It's your mom," Megan calls. "She says it's important."
Talk about bad timing. "I'll be just a minute," I tell Gary. "Don't move."
I find Megan leaning against the side wall of Planet Smoothie with her boyfriend David Jovanovich. I can tell they've been making out because David's lips are swollen. He suffers from sensitive skin, among other things.
"Sorry," I say, taking Megan's cell. My parents believe cell phones are a waste of money (in other words, my parents are cheap). I did have my own cell a few months ago, which I paid for, until I lost it. "Hey Mom," I say into the phone.
"Sang, I need you home now."
"Right now?" School just let out for summer only a half hour ago. The sidewalks of good old Doylestown, Pennsylvania are swarming with girls in shorts and camis, and guys in baggy shorts and T-shirts. On the streets, upperclassmen zoom by in cars, with windows down and music throbbing. Nobody has to rush home.
I glance over and see Gary leaning forward, hands clasped between his knees. "Mom," I say, "can't we just talk at dinner?"
"I'm sorry sweetie, but-"
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