Tulipwood - Barry Rachin (free books to read .txt) 📗

slacks in the closet and turned to face her son. "I told your father about the Ryder woman taking sick, and he suggested that, if she got permission from the sponsors, maybe we could manage the booth in her absence."
Frankie's brain flickered, momentarily dimmed then grew white hot again. "I can sell. That's no problem as long as somebody helps bagging, collecting the money and sales tax."
"What's Kendra's telephone number?” Mrs. Baxter shuffled to the door. “I'll call over there now and let her know."
When his mother was gone, Frankie reached under his pillow and fingered the milky white shaft of Brazilian tulipwood. He ran his over the surface of the redolent, ornamental wood - the talisman of a kinder, gentler universe – but left it where it lay.

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Publication Date: 10-17-2010

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