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Sweet Tea and Burglary (Short Stories Book 1) L. E. Stewart

Sweet Tea and Burglary (Short Stories Book 1)

L. E. Stewart

Published November 8th 2013
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 About the Book 

Vivian and James are in their twilight years. Childless and feeling their age, a break in gives their dull lives a shake up. Turning the tables on Brian, thier would-be assailant, they give him an offer he cant seem to refuse.A short, endearingMoreVivian and James are in their twilight years.  Childless and feeling their age, a break in gives their dull lives a shake up.  Turning the tables on Brian, thier would-be assailant, they give him an offer he cant seem to refuse.A short, endearing tale of renewed hopes and past trials, SWEET TEA AND BURGLARY proves that its never too late to fall in love again.Excerpt:Suddenly, Vivian’s face went white. 
“James,” she said, looking past him to the living room door.
He turned slowly to see what startled her.
In the doorway stood a young man with sandy blonde hair.  He wore the rough clothing of a desperate man.  His jeans were dirty and his red sweatshirt had seen too many days and nights of desperation to be presentable.  He had a gun in his hand.
With heavy dread in his eyes, the young man raised the gun and pointed it at Vivian, the barrel of it shaking slightly with nerves.
“Give me all of your money,” he said with false bravado.
Nobody moved.  It was so quiet, the intruder could hear the low hum of insects in the hedge. Then, to his extreme surprise, the old couple exploded into laughter. 
“I haven’t heard that one in years!” gasped James, taking off his glasses to wipe away tears of mirth.  “Kid, you need some real help!”
Vivian wasn’t faring much better, she had her face buried in her hands, her thin shoulders shaking. 
The intruder cocked his gun, raising it higher.  “I’m serious!” he shouted.
“So are we!” said Vivian, gaining some semblance of decorum back, though her smile was still blazing.  “Sit down, son, before you demand my jewelry, too!  What’s you’re name?”
Vivian stood, heading to the cabinet, ignoring the gun the kid kept trained on her.
“Sit down!  What’s she doing?” he said desperately to the old man.
“Getting you a drink,” said James, still grinning.