WIP: DYNAMIC DUO OF THE OZARKS

A work-in-progress by Jeff Boggs

CHAPTER 8 When the boys departed the elevator, the girls were waiting for them in the lobby. Carlene and Silvy got off the other elevator and were walking right behind them. Kathy greet them, “Glad all if you could make it! I think this will be fun!” Sherry stood smiling at Mykel. He walked over …

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CHAPTER 7 Mykel went back to the dorm with the new text books for his Monday-Wednesday-Friday classes. He took off his coat, which crackled with static electricity, to the point, that the hairs on his head began to stand out in several different directions. He took his purchases out of the sack from the bookstore: …

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CHAPTER 6             The alarm went off and Mykel woke up to find Clint dressed for class.             “You’re already up,” Mykel groaned from under the sheets and blanket his mother had sent with him.             “This isn’t early for me,” Clint laughed. “I’ve been getting up at four in the morning to milk cows …

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CHAPTER 5 Mykel and Clint got dressed up to go downstairs to the party in the girl’s suit. As they changed their clothes, they got acquainted by telling each other about their hometowns. “There isn’t very much in Hermes. We have a a bank, a grocery store, a hardware and feed store, a drug store …

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CHAPTER 2 The Greyhound pulled into the bus depot in Lemming, Missouri. Mykel Daring got off and looked around the parking lot, still wet with melting snow, for his mother’s 1963 Buick Electra. “Mykey!” a familiar woman’s voice shouted from across the parking lot. It was his mother, standing by her car, waving for him …

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The heavy, walnut door swung open and Mykel Daring walked into his office at the university. He threw his keys on his desk, in front of the framed photo of his grandchildren, and then place his mail next to it, so he could prop the door open with the rubber stopper. He then flipped on …

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Mykel drove Route 66 into Springville, Missouri, until he came to Federal Avenue, then turned left and headed to the Chester Ambrose Bonner Residence Hall at Show Me State College. He parked as close as he could to the back lobby doors, because he knew his record player and new TV would be heavy. He …

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