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Love Pour Over Me
Love Pour Over Me
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Love Pour Over Me, a story about restored love amid heart wrenching contrasts, recounts Raymond Clarke’s tumultuous, yet triumphant life experiences. The cradle of Raymond’s life is steeped in unpredictability. His father struggles with alcoholism. His mother abandoned him when he was two years old. Raymond’s track and field successes make him one of America’s top middle-distance runners. His athletic exploits also earn him a scholarship to a prestigious university, where Raymond meets a motley sort of friends, some famous, some from other countries, each with an intriguing story of his own. But, just when Raymond thought he was free from his alcoholic father, he finds himself pulled into an unresolved murder. His efforts to go unscathed by the pull and tug of intimacy also threaten to keep him from the one woman he's ever truly loved, the woman he was born to love...
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Love Pour Over Me, a story about restored love amid heart wrenching contrasts, recounts Raymond Clarke’s tumultuous, yet triumphant life experiences. The cradle of Raymond’s life is steeped in unpredictability. His father struggles with alcoholism. His mother abandoned him when he was two years old. Raymond’s track and field successes make him one of America’s top middle-distance runners. His athletic exploits also earn him a scholarship to a prestigious university, where Raymond meets a motley sort of friends, some famous, some from other countries, each with an intriguing story of his own. But, just when Raymond thought he was free from his alcoholic father, he finds himself pulled into an unresolved murder. His efforts to go unscathed by the pull and tug of intimacy also threaten to keep him from the one woman he's ever truly loved, the woman he was born to love.

 

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 Chapter One

It was Friday afternoon, June 15, 1984.  Raymond Clarke lay across his bed.  An empty bowl of popcorn was on the floor.  Snacking did little to ease his excitement.  In less than three hours his year round efforts to prove himself deserving of unwavering acclaim would be validated in front of hundreds of his classmates.  Tonight was his high school graduation, the day he had dreamed about for weeks.  He knew his grades were high enough to earn him academic honors.  Even more than his grades were his athletic achievements.  He hadn’t been beaten in a track race in three years; he won the state half mile and mile runs for the last six years, since he was in middle school.  People would cheer wildly for him tonight. 

 

The television was turned up loud. “Carl Lewis threatens to break Bob Beamon’s historic long jump record at the Olympic Trials in Los Angeles this weekend,” an ESPN sportscaster announced.  “Beamon’s record has stood for sixteen years.  Lewis . . . “

 

            Raymond got so caught up in the mention of the upcoming Olympic Games that he didn’t hear the front door open.

 

“Ray,” his father Malcolm shouted as soon as he entered the house.

 

            “What?”  Raymond leaped off his bed and hurried into the living room.  “Dad?”

 

            “What?  Boy, if you don’t get your junk--” 

 

            Raymond watched his father wave his hand over the sofa, the place where he’d thrown his sports bag as soon as he got home from graduation practice at school. 

 

“Get this sports crap up,” Malcolm growled.

 

            Silence filled the house.

 

Raymond grabbed his sports bag, carried it into his bedroom and tossed it across his bed.

 

His father exited the living room and entered the kitchen.  Like a dark shadow, frustrations from spending ten hours working at a drab automobile plant where he drilled leather seats into one Ford Mustang after another while his line supervisor stood at his shoulder and barked, “Focus, Malcolm.  Get your production up,” followed him there.  It was in the furrow of his brow and in the pinch of his lip.  “Ray.”

 

Raymond cursed beneath his breath before he left his bedroom and hurried into the living room.  Seconds later he stood in the kitchen’s open doorway.

 

He watched his father toss an envelope on the table.  “Letter from Baker came in the mail.  Something about you getting some awards when—“  He reached to the center of the kitchen table for a bottle of Steel Fervor.  He’d stopped hiding the alcohol when Raymond turned five.  The alcohol looked like liquid gold.  Felt that way to Malcolm too.  “you graduate tonight.” 

 

Malcolm took a long swig of the whiskey and squinted against the burn.  He tried to laugh but only coughed up spleen.  “You’re probably the only kid in the whole school who got a letter like this.  Everybody up at Baker knows nobody cares about you.  Letter said they thought I’d want to let all your relatives know you’re getting some awards so they’d come out and support you.”

 

Again Malcolm worked at laughter, but instead coughed a dry, scratchy cough that went long and raw through his throat.  “We both know ain’t nobody going to be there but me and your sorry ass.  Don’t mean nothing anyhow.  They’re just giving these diplomas and

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Love Pour Over Me came to me at an odd time, as most books do. I was driving by the grocery store when the idea for the story surfaced in my mind.  Four years and lots of writing and editing later, here it is!  Enjoy reading Love Pour Over Me!  I appreciate your support!

About Denise

 

Denise Turney is a professional writer who brings more than thirty-two years of book, newspaper, magazine, radio and business writing to a project.  She is the author of the books Portia, Love Has Many Faces, Spiral, Rosetta’s Great Adventure, Long Walk Up...

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