About Pamela’s Book, The Love Labyrinth, Noelle Harrison is a hard-working wife and loving mother to two young sons. Although supportive of her husband Wayne’s pursuits, she rails at his constant out-of-town conferences and seminars. What about her needs and wants?
Facing a life-threatening situation, she has a decision to make.
There are two sides to every story. Or maybe three.
Noelle was in a foul mood when she awoke the next morning. After church the previous day, she discovered her husband, Wayne, was packing to attend yet another conference.
“How long is this one?” she mumbled as she stood in the bedroom doorway, a hand on one hip.
He had been stuffing underwear and socks in a suitcase on the crème-colored coverlet that draped the bed, the decorative pillows flung out of the way. Wayne Harrison was
tall, yet of stocky build, with a golden-brown complexion and a thick mustache. His hair was receding a little in front, but he was still an attractive man in a rugged sort of way.
“Five days. I’ll be home by the weekend.”
“Whoopee.”
Wayne had turned, alook of exasperation crossing his features. Noelle knew she could drive the man to drink sometimes with her attitude, but at that moment, she didn’t care.
She was justified so a thing like that didn’t matter. “Now what’s wrong?”
Noelle stalked toward the bed. She pulled off her pumps, dress and hose, amazed at how dense he could be at times. She flung the dress and hose onto the bed and kicked
her pumps out of the way. “You promised to cut Rodney’s hair this weekend. Have you taken a look at it lately? And you know you’re the only one he allows near his head.
The health department’s going to come knocking on our door one of these days–“
“Give me a break, will you? I’ll cut it first thing Saturday morning. All right?” Wayne dropped the lid of the suitcase and zipped it shut. “Damn! Here I’m trying to climb the corporate ladder and all you want to do is knock me down. Now, may I have a kiss?”
They had kissed, more out of a sense of duty than desire. Afterwards, Wayne donned his coat. Picking up his suitcase and garment bag, he headed out of the bedroom and
down the stairs to the front door, with Noelle following. “I’ll talk to you and the boys tomorrow.”
“Don’t do me any favors,” she snapped, slamming the door behind him.
Pamela D. Beverly describes herself as a Jacqueline-of-all-Trades but a master of none. S
he calls herself a student of
human nature that enjoys writing and studying mankind. A world traveller, she has been all over the United States as well as to several foreign countries and enjoys meeting people of all races, religions and creeds.
Her main wish for mankind is that we learn to get along and enjoy one another’s differences.
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