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Stealing Sunday
Stealing Sunday
Stealing Sunday
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Stealing Sunday

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John and Kim, a married couple that has learned that it is nearly impossible for them to conceive a child together, devise a strange way to remedy the situation, only to find that they may have gone too far.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJT Pearson
Release dateMay 8, 2013
ISBN9781301132843
Stealing Sunday
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    Stealing Sunday - JT Pearson

    Stealing Sunday

    By JT Pearson

    copyright 2013 Joseph Pearson

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    John and Kim, a married couple in their late twenties pulled up to the monstrous estate owned by John’s father, Bud Newton, a former Texas All American football star and current owner of the largest car dealership in Dallas. Cars were parked at all angles and in positions so tight to other cars that it was a mystery that anyone had been able to open the doors and exit the vehicles. John studied both the driveway and the road that ran past the house before throwing up his hands.

    I told you that we should’ve come earlier, Kim said, with a sigh.

    This was to be expected on Sundays when the Cowboys played. Suddenly there was a knock on John’s window, startling him. He rolled the window down after recovering with a polite smile. His younger brother Danny reached through the window and tucked a football into his stomach with the dexterity of a former quarterback, which he was. Two year starter for the Texas Longhorns. John’s other brother Roger also had played quarterback, a backup at Texas A & M. John wasn’t nearly as big as his brothers who took after their father Bud, standing around six two, give or take a quarter of an inch. John took after his mother Maria who was only five four. He stood five foot eight and had been a kicker in high school. Never able to play in college. All three of the Newtons worked as salesmen for Bud at his dealership where the slogan was, Newton’s: where prices must come down.

    Gonna have to run this one around the outside I’m afraid, John, Danny said. He waved his arm at all of the cars. You’re just going to have to get here earlier.

    I told him that this morning, said Kim.

    All of the spots on the west side of the house already taken too? asked John.

    Fraid so. Danny leaned into the window. He moved a lock of blond hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. Afternoon, Kim. He was working a blade of grass over between his teeth, a replacement for the cigarettes that had recently held that position. That Aikman jersey looks awful nice on ya, Kim. He winked at his brother. She looks good enough to tackle. Danny had the same kind of charm that his brother Roger

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