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Boaz Brown

A Novel

Michelle Stimpson

Copyright Michelle Stimpson 2004, 2012

Published at Smashwords

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form, except for brief quotations in reviews, without written permission from the author.

The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is coincidental.

Published by MLStimpson Enterprises

With thanks to God for His grace.

Chapter 1


When I was growing up, Sunday mornings always found me out of bed by eight. The scent and sizzle of bacon and eggs frying on the stove wafted through the house, gently waking my senses first. I would lie there with my eyes closed, absorbing everything that meant Sunday morning to me: warm sheets beneath me, a blanket that I had pulled up to my neck in the middle of the night, Jonathan’s favorite cartoon characters singing along with the white ball as it bounced over the words, and Daddy humming an incomprehensible tune while shaving in the hallway bathroom (though I never could understand why somebody who rarely saw the church’s interior would get up so early on a Sunday). Still, Daddy’s scrambling right along with us was a part of the routine. If nothing else, he would help Jonathan get his tie on right.

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