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Copyright Quentin Baker 2011

“What’s the Hurry”......

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I am a retired high school English teacher, married with four grown children and eight grandchildren. I was born in Montana, attended university there, but moved to the SF Bay Area with my wife in 1960. I have written a number of poems and used to attend cafe readings in SF. I have also written short stories, but abandoned an early novel in 1965. I edited a volume of poetry from various San Francisco writers, Poems from the Exit Café. I have also helped two friends self-publish their own books: Michael Hogan, Imperfect Geographies (poetry) and Dr. Mary B. Lane, Our Schools: Frontline for the  21st Century and Democratic Schools for Our Democracy.

Excerpt 1

Lelia Romberg, the last name she had come to be known by, didn’t find out the details of her brother in-law’s madness until the first day in her new home. True, Eduarde earlier had told her in his halting English that “Leal not too right. Long time ago.” His voice was deep and strong, but she detected a slight quavering just then. He had tried, she thought, to be matter of fact, unsuccessfully.

Eduarde Fournier and Lelia had returned from their May honeymoon week in Spokane. When they drove slowly up the paved approach to the Fournier farmhouse in Lelia’s 1947 dark brown Hudson, Lelia saw a shadow in what she remembered now was the parlor window.

“Who’s that in the house, Eduarde?” He didn’t reply, just gave a small thin grin. Lelia parked on the gravel next to his light blue pickup and they got out. Puzzled by his not responding, she looked at him gravely. He went to the back of the car and took their two suitcases and her small bag out of the trunk. He was a big man, tall, broad-shouldered, with long sinewy arms and very large, gnarled hands, strong as steel from the many years on the family farm.

Excerpt 2

Lelia had first seen this older, tall, broad-shouldered man across the social hall, bending down talking to Father De Smet, the new, young parish priest. Just before Christmas. The tall man’s gray hair was quite thin but he was not yet bald. Sixties, she thought. She had never seen him at St. Xavier’s at either social or religious functions, so she wondered who he was.