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James Willis Makes a Million
James Willis Makes a Million
James Willis Makes a Million
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James Willis Makes a Million

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James Willis, a child of the 70's, lives with his loving father and stern grandmother in a rundown old house. James knows he does not want to be poor all his life. He puts his ideas to work and starts his first business when he is only 8 years old. One thing is certain, James is not afraid to make his dreams come true.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherK. Wodke
Release dateJul 11, 2011
ISBN9781465901576
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    James Willis Makes a Million - K. Wodke

    James Willis Makes a Million

    by K. Wodke

    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, locales, or events is coincidental.

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    Chapter 1

    I don’t exactly remember my mama. But I know she was soft and smelled of Jergen’s hand lotion. And I suspect she used to put Dr. Pepper in my baby bottle sometimes. The smell of Jergen’s lotion and the taste of Dr. Pepper always gave me a warm happy feeling. Once I discovered this phenomenon, I tried to avoid these two products for I didn’t want to take a chance on wearing out that marvelous feeling. I knew if it became commonplace, it would lose its special magic. When you get accustomed to something good, you forget sometimes how exceptional it is.

    Daddy told me my mama had been a dancer. I had seen old pictures of her with her sparkly outfits and feathered caps. My daddy was her manager. When she died, he couldn’t afford to keep our home, he told me. That’s when we moved in with my grandma, her mother. I didn’t call her grandmother, though. She insisted I call her Mrs. Brown.

    Besides being my mama’s manager, Daddy was also an inventor. He was good at making two things: stuff people didn’t want and stuff people couldn’t use. But he tried.

    Lazy people work the hardest. Mrs. Brown sniffed.

    My daddy’s not lazy! I cried past the lump in my throat.

    Don’t take on airs with me, boy. My grandmother stood with hands on her hips, her wiry gray hair plastered back in a bun, and her foot tapping the floor.

    I could never stand up under her critical gaze. Daddy put his hand on my shoulder gently. Go on up to your room, now, he said. He would never stick up for himself with my grandmother. He told me more than once it was because he was beholden to her. Because she took us in to help him out with raising me, he had to tolerate her sharp tongue and evil eye. I knew we were a burden to her.

    Mrs. Brown had never approved of my daddy because she blamed him for tempting my mama into a life of sin, and for letting her daughter support him. He said it was due to his management skills that my mama was so successful in her career. Mrs. Brown said it was due to my father’s silver-tongued ways that my mama was lured away from her good upbringing.

    My father didn’t work a regular steady job like other people back then. He was always waiting for some ship to come in, always trying new ideas for making money. But after my mama died, he had to change his ways. He took any job he could find. My daddy worked as a handyman, a mover, a salesman, a stocker, or a driver, but in the back of his mind

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