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10 God, a novel by Stacy Green, narrated Hi, Jamie Beckham, Chapter one. That's impossible. Jamey's stomach lurched and then spiraled to her toes. The Meeker window air conditioner in the manager's trailer did nothing for her constricted lungs. She shifted as the Tauron plastic of the junkie folding chair cut into the back of her thigh. My boyfriend, ex boyfriend, paid the rent. I gave him the money Last week. Her insides continued their cart wills as Mr Shaw, smarmy manager of Reverend, a court pulled open a desk drawer and thumb through his files. A glob of ash dropped off the cigarette dangling from his thin lips. He granted and swatted the ash onto the floor. Jamie squirmed again, reminding herself not to touch anything without first dousing it with disinfectant spray. A penchant aroma of sweat, stale cigarettes and lemon scented air freshener hovered over the short, square faced man who directed all his comments to Jamie's chest. I didn't get it, Mr Shaw crushed his cigarette into an overflowing ashtray. Jamey's mouth went dry. I don't understand what's not to understand. Shaw's gravely voice held no empathy. You're two weeks late with the lot rent now you've got five days to come up with the money or get out. Troy. What had he done with the cash she'd given him? She had known this was going to happen as soon as she read the stupid note he left for her yesterday. Apparently, he had met the love of his life down at the Lotus, and they'd planned to live happily ever after in a fairy tale land. Jamie had grown tired of his laziness and hadn't been sorry to see him go until now. I can post data check. She dug into her cheap bag. Embarrassment burned in her cheeks. She'd always managed to pay her rent, even if she had to skip a meal or two. Shaw rubbed the back of his fingers against his refuge in thick eyebrows raised right. Then it'll bounce cash or money? Order only. She didn't have it. Not to spend on rent. Dazed, she sat glued to the crappy plastic chair. Shaw leaned back and pulled his hands behind his head. His stony expression changed. Beady eyes narrowed thin, lips parted to display yellowed, uneven teeth. Eyebrows hiked up his shiny forehead. You got options. Cockroaches might as well have slithered over her body. Jamie crossed her arms over her chest and pulled up the collar of her tank top, her hand lingering over the skin still exposed. Excuse me, I accept other forms of payment. Her stomach heaved. I'm not interested just saying your neighbour Cristal saves a lot of money by providing certain services. Jamie clamped her mouth shut. A decade of heartache and betrayal had taught her patients and, more importantly, how to hide her hatred again. No, thank you. She snatched the pink slip off his desk. I'll have the money for you. Shah pursed his lips together until they turned white. His eyes had gone cold again. Have it your way. You got three days. Jamie exited and shoved the door to Shaw's trailer shut with her elbow. Midday heat snatched her breath. Red hot sun bore down on the mobile home park, wilting the already scraggly pepper bish growing along the half dried out creek bed that served as the parks eastern border. Three fat tiger spiders nested among the bushes, white leaves lying in wait for the mosquitoes. She shuddered and skittered to the other side of the drive. She stopped down the dusty path, her chest aching with fury. She'd have to dip into her minuscule savings account, and that money was meant for something far more precious than rent. She glared at the miserable place she called home as her shoes began to fill with gritty dirt. Ravenna court was about as beautiful as a rattlesnake bite. 40 or more dilapidated mobile homes lined the park, all in various states of disrepair and neglect. Instead of cultivating colorful flowers, Ravenna residents battled kudzu and stubborn Kagen grass. Children played in the weed ravaged empty lots, and neighborhood dogs roamed free, along with records and other night bandits. Life on the west side of Rosella, Mississippi's historic cemetery, was a **** of a lot different from the genteel atmosphere enjoyed uptown. Jamie didn't have any beautiful antebellum homes to admire on her walk home, all she saw were overgrown yards and decaying headstones from the nearby cemetery. She lived here for seven long years, since just after her 18th birthday. Now that she had to dig into her savings just to get by, she figured she'd be stuck here the rest of her life. What other option did she have? She kicked a clot, a dirt and watched it roll down the bank towards the creek. Everything she owned, however pathetic it might be, was in that trailer. She had no place to go. She couldn't do anything without a place to live unless she called Darren. She'd rather eat dirt. Her brother would help, and then her father would descend to parade her for shaming the family yet again. But not before he chewed her mother out. For Jamie is very existence. Her mother had enough misery to deal with her. Sweat soaked, scalped tinged from the heat, Jamie uncrossed her legs and gingerly got to her feet. The ankle shoots spraying from running from Darren. Still eight, a dragon fly flitted past and landed on Atlanta's headstone. It's delicate. Translucent wings glowed and it's green. Body looked iridescent. Jamie held her hand out, and the dragon fly rose in the air. It lingered for a moment before settling on the tip of her finger. Did you know she was bird? That in almost every part of the world, the Dragonflies symbolizes change in the perspective of self realization, change and mental and emotional maturity, and in the understanding of the deeper meaning of life, as if it satisfied the dragon fly, moved its wings, caught in the faint breeze and flew into the sense it Knicks warm arm pulled her closed. Where do you hear that? She smiled up at him from Lana When I was a little girl, she loved Dragonflies. His eyes misted. He kept her face in his hands, kissed her forehead. She did, didn't she? Jamie took his hand in her bandaged one and lead them out of the cemetery, away from the past and on to a new life. Tin God by Stacy Cream, narrated by Jamie Beckham.