Opening the Door
Opening the Door
© 2018 Michael Roberts.
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Print ISBN: 978-1-54394-358-0
eBook ISBN: 978-1-54394-359-7
Praise for Savannah Girl: Street Smart
Book one in the Savannah Girl series
“A good novel and a good read.”
—Hank Schoepp, author of
“Shoot First: Code of the News Camera Man.”
“Real Life Places – Real Life People”
—Review, Daily Press in Eastern Virginia
“With this book, Mr. Roberts authentically, vividly and honestly portrayed a young person’s unapologetic struggle to survive under tough conditions. He opened the door to a world which
I never knew. The message in his story stays with us long
after the last page is read”
—C. Dunlap, book club member
“His conversational style of writing brings the story to life.
It is also refreshing to find a male author who understands
women’s minds so well”
—A.K. Stewart, avid reader in Savannah Georgia
“After reading this book, I decided to stop making assumptions about other people based on the jobs they hold”
—B. Velas, reader in Atlanta, GA
“It has been a long time since I read a book I enjoyed
as much as this one about real people struggling to
overcome life’s problems”
—F. Miller, Construction Specialist in Hampton, VA
“Why chase your past when you can own this day.”
—Sarah
Special thanks to Kathleen Nichols and Anne Korff for their help in editing this book. Any mistakes remaining are, of course, my own.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Ann’s Chili Recipe
Home made Kahlua
Chapter One
Damn.
Still raining. ‘Doesn’t it ever stop?’
Back in Savannah this is what people would call a ‘frog strangler’. On the other hand the rain makes it easier to drive just below the speed limit without attention. Tom’s boss had been very emphatic about his not getting a ticket for speeding. Or for anything else for that matter. He had already seen two cars pulled over by the cops on Hwy-58 and had no desire to be another one. It was his first time on this leg of the run and he wasn’t going to screw it up by being stupid.
Although his name was Thomas his friends called him “Tom”. Only cute girls and his momma were allowed to call him “Tommie”. He liked his name because it was average – sort of forgettable. He thought of himself as forgettable too. He had average height and weight. Medium length brown hair and liked to blend in with a crowd. He always looked people in the eyes when he talked to them. That way they would believe the things he said. After all, everybody knew that liars shifted their gaze constantly. Liars also had blue eyes, Thomas’ eyes were brown. Being able to blend into a crowd was very useful to him.
Before this he had only made the Florida run, but someone had done whatever it was that pissed his boss off and that someone wasn’t working there anymore. Probably not anywhere else for that matter. Working for Manny’s Used Cars in Savannah had its perks, things like great pay and in cash. You just had to keep your mouth shut and not ask any questions.
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