Game booths lined the walls of the school auditorium, one booth per class, not real games like at the Mid-South Fair, but simple ones like the duck game or fishing. All the games were kind of lame yet cool at the same time, because no matter how badly Gracie Lee and her friends played, the PTA mothers in charge gave out candy and prizes. Right off, Gracie and her best friend, Janice, played a tic-tac-toe game with beanbags. Janice won a candy necklace, and Gracie won a Chinese finger trap.
Over in the far corner of the auditorium, in the area that had been the girls’ locker room before Coach Greene’s new gym was built, the spook house scared anyone brave enough to pass through its doorway. The ninth graders were in charge of it, and Gracie Lee knew by all the screaming that it was real. She never went in or dared walk near the doorway because sometimes monsters dragged kids inside. That’s what had happened last year to one of her classmates, and he’d not been the same since.
Upstairs, in a closet-like room where students bought notebook paper and No. 2 pencils on normal school days, a gypsy lady told fortunes. She had wild hair and dangly turquoise jewelry. Her powers were REAL. Everyone said so. The sign outside her beaded doorway said, ONLY ONE VISITOR AT A TIME, so Gracie Lee waited while Janice went inside. Janice wasn’t with the fortune teller for more than a few minutes, but in that time, Gracie Lee got the Chinese finger trap stuck on both her index fingers. The harder she pulled, the tighter it became.
When it was Gracie Lee’s turn, she sat on the gold velvet pillow and tried to hide her hands in the folds of her blouse. The fortune teller spoke in a floaty voice while moving her scarlet fingernails over the glowing crystal ball. Right away, Gracie felt the hair stand on the back of her neck because the fortune teller called her by name. She knew her whole name, even her horrible second middle name.
“You have an interesting future ahead Gracie Lee Eudora Abbott,” she said.
Gracie studied the exotic woman’s face trying to look beyond her heavy makeup for any recognizable sign. Was she a regular person from town? One of Momma’s friends?
It didn’t much matter. Gracie heard nothing else the fortune teller said. She was busy trying to pull that annoying trap off her fingers. It was stuck tight, and it stayed stuck until her Daddy cut it off with his pocketknife just before they went home.
Talya Tate Boerner
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
FYI: This post is part of a deleted passage from the book. I can’t include everything:)
[tweetthis]Halloween shenanigans from #GracieLee @SYPPublishing #TheAccidentalSalvationofGracieLee [/tweetthis]
Musical Pairing:
Creedence Clearwater Revival, Bad Moon Rising
Barbara Tate says
Can’t wait for the book, and you LEFT THIS OUT? You are so full of stories; hurry and write them down!
Talya Tate Boerner says
Yes. Maybe it will show up in a sequel.
Debbie says
Is Gracie Lee named after Eudora Welty? I knew I really liked her! So eager for the rest of the story.)
Talya Tate Boerner says
Yes!
Vishal Bheeroo says
An enticing story and would love to read the book:)
Talya Tate Boerner says
Thank you! You’ll be able to read it in January!
Geezer on the Go says
WUT? WAIT! You can’t just stop a story like that. Is this a trick to make me buy your book? Well, if so, it worked…but then, I would have bought it anyway.
Talya Tate Boerner says
I know. I’m a tease.
Pat Laster says
Great minds, as they say…… since both of our books–well, even tho your story is an outtake–had/have Halloween carnival chapters. xoxo
Talya Tate Boerner says
Reading your book now:) Yes, great minds! I still have a Halloween carnival in mine, just had to whittle it down a bit. Seems I can’t include everything LOL.
Gary Henderson says
I knew you were a good writer, but this clinches it. This is what you deemed removable, and I want to know more. 🙂
<looks at calendar> When is this out, again?
Talya Tate Boerner says
Thank you Gary! Soon = January!
Dorothy Johnson says
Love this excerpt. Can’t wait to read the entire thing.
Talya Tate Boerner says
Thank you, Dorothy!