Heigh ho, readers! It’s Wednesday again, and I’m super excited about all the lovely things happening in the countdown to the release of Lower Education. I hope you’ve been following along and enjoying them with me. This week, Melissa Barker-Simpson was kind enough to allow me to guest post, and you can read that here. You can also read my author interview here.
Today is the second to last excerpt from Passing on Faith (for now, at least). In November, I’ll have bits from some short stories, and hopefully, I’ll be able to start posting from my brand-new WIP as of December. NaNoWriMo should give me a good start on that one. I’m sad to see these guys go—I’ll miss Cat and Micah. But it’s no longer much of a WIP; it’s already with my excellent betas.
I know I left you hanging with last week’s argument, but I’m not drawing from that chapter again. I assure you, they make up. Instead, I wanted to give you this very sweet moment. They’re not quite together yet, but this section is late enough in the story they’ve learned how to trust each other. Still not letting on to Cat’s health issues, but I promise he’s not dying.
WIPmath: 22 – (2 + 4) = 16 paragraphs
“You said your parents aren’t religious. But you are?”
Cat frowned. “I don’t really like that label any more than all the other ones people try to pin on me. I know what I believe. That’s all that matters to me.”
“Church?” Micah asked.
“I go, yeah. My parents don’t, and neither does LR. Why?”
Micah swallowed. “I already told you what I think.”
Cat finished his medication and began the process of disconnecting everything. “I remember. You said religion fucks people up.”
“I meant it.” Micah’s hand trembled as he ran it over his face. “But you don’t seem to have that problem.”
Done at last, Cat rose from the couch to dispose of the waste and put away the rest. He kept his back to Micah when he said, “No, I don’t.”
“I just…I don’t understand.” Micah stared down at his hands.
Cat returned to the couch and sat back down. He put a hand on Micah’s arm. “It gets me through this, believing in a God who is bigger. I don’t know what else to tell you.”
Micah stared into his face, searching. “I wish I had what you have.” He shook his head to clear it. “I just don’t. Not anymore.”
Taking his hand, Cat said, “You don’t have to.” He let go and curled into Micah’s side.
Lying back against the couch cushions, Micah took Cat with him and folded his slender body against his chest. He couldn’t resist reaching up and brushing his fingers through Cat’s soft hair. “Do you think…” He broke off and breathed slowly against a wave of grief before trying again. “Do you think God hates us?” he whispered.
The hand that had been drawing circles on Micah’s shoulder stilled. “No. Not at all.” Cat pressed his fingertips against Micah’s chest. “Not ever.”
“I want to believe that,” Micah said, unable to hide the tremor in his voice.
Cat laid his head just above Micah’s heart. “I’ll believe it enough for both of us.”
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