Sunday, 31 March 2019

Louisiana Latte by Rebecca Henry

Title: Louisiana Latte
Author: Rebecca Henry
Genre: Chick Lit Comedy
Age category: Adult
Publication Date: 28 February 2019

Deb hadn't flown in over 20 years. In 1989, at the age of 22, Deb was enrolled at Griffiss Airforce Base to become a commercial pilot. Somewhere between dating her yuppie fiancé and planning their wedding in Chicago, Deb developed claustrophobia, a fear of enclosed spaces. I blame the yuppie. Deb couldn't get on a plane for love that day, but she could do it twenty years later for money. Money was worth dying for.


      Deb obtained her first curling iron in 1977 at the tender age of ten. This was the pivotal moment which forever changed her life. Sally would never allow Deb to color her hair, even though Deb begged relentlessly. She hated being a brunette and desired nothing more than buttery blonde hair. The closest my sister got to going blonde was a henna treatment at the organic salon on Genesee Street in Utica, New York. So the day Sally’s youngest mobster brother, also known as a glorified thug, showed up in our driveway with a trunk full of stolen goods was the first quintessential diva moment of Deb’s young life. Uncle Lenny started parking cars for the Italian mafia in 1968 in Utica, New York. By the 1970s, Uncle Lenny had graduated to procuring and transporting stolen goods all along the East Coast for the mafia. Everyone in the family knew what he was doing but tried their best to stay out of his business. Deb peeked out the window as Uncle Lenny parked his Oldsmobile in the driveway. “Deb, get away from the window,” Sally said, pulling the curtains closed. “But Uncle Lenny is here! I want to see him.”
      Sally placed a hand over her face. “Lord, if the neighbors see, I don’t know what I’m going to tell them.” Sally, being a good Christian woman, feared doing anything morally or legally wrong and knew her brother wasn’t coming for Sunday lunch to her house in suburbia.
      “Deb, get away from the window!” Sally snapped. “Ron! Get out here!” Sally yelled to my father. “Lenny is here!” Deb quickly ran to the front door to greet Uncle Lenny.
      “Deb, don’t go outside. I’m going to tell Lenny to come inside to see you and your little brother.” Deb sighed. When Uncle Lenny showed up he always brought presents for her and our brother Noah.
      “Hey, Sal!” Uncle Lenny said, popping open the hood of his trunk before Sally could protest. “I got stuff for the kids. You and Ron can take anything you want, too. I got plenty.” Lenny was a young man back then, tall, black hair, dark eyes and very handsome. He loved his sister and always wanted to give her things, stolen things as it turned out.
      “Lenny, no, you know Ron and I can’t accept this stuff.”
      Sally eyed the huge array of electronics, jewelry and Italian sausages piled in the trunk. “The kids can’t have any of this either, Lenny, it’s not right,” Sally whispered. Noah, only five at the time, ran outside, still in his pajamas.
      “Wow, is this stuff for us, Uncle Lenny?” he asked, eyes bulging with excitement.
      “Sure, kid!” Uncle Lenny said, patting Noah’s head. “Take whatever you want.” Deb was right behind Noah eyeballing the loot. She began to rummage through the stolen items when Sally hissed, “Don’t touch it! It’s hot! We can’t accept these things.”
      But it was too late. Noah was already heading back inside the house with an armful of loot before Sally could grab him. Deb ignored her mother, still rummaging through the items. There at the bottom of the trunk was a brand new, hot pink curling iron still in the box. Deb gasped at the sight of it. Sally, watching Deb’s expression, tried to beat her to the curling iron as they both made a mad dash for it. “Deb, no! You can’t have it. I told you, it’s hot!”
      Deb and Sally wrestled over the curling iron, each holding an end of the box.
      “Mom, he said I can have it! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for a curling iron! I need this!”
      “You’re only ten! You shouldn’t be curling your hair this young anyways. You’ll burn it out!” Uncle Lenny stepped in, taking the box from Sally’s hands. “Sal, let the kid have it. What’s the big deal?”
      Sally turned and hissed at her brother, “The big deal is I know where this came from, Lenny.” He waved a hand at Sally, dismissing her, giving Deb time to make her getaway with the curling iron.
      “That’s a technicality, Sal. Don’t think about where it came from, but a gift from her uncle with love.”
      By the time Uncle Lenny closed the trunk and drove away, leaving Sally speechless in the driveway, Deb was already in the bathroom perfecting her Farrah Fawcett flip. Dad came to stand beside Sally in the bathroom. “Look at her, Ron. How can we let them keep this stuff?”
      Dad watched the elated look on Deb’s face as she styled her hair, admiring her new curling iron.
      “Is that all she took?” he asked.
      “Yes. She didn’t care about anything else but that curling iron.”
      Dad laughed. “Let her keep it then, we didn’t steal it. It wasn’t given to us. Our conscience is clear.”
      “But Ron, it’s wrong,” Sally sighed. “Why did Lenny have to grow up to be such a hooligan?”

About the Author:

Rebecca is the author of The Lady Raven: A Dark Cinderella Tale, and her latest novel, Louisiana Latte, a chick lit comedy. Rebecca Henry is also a world traveler, living abroad. She is a serious vegan, gardener, crafter, and practices yoga.

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  1. Thanks for the feature! I love being here on your site! xx

    1. You're welcome, Rebecca.
      Thank you for visiting Just Books :)

  2. Love this book!!!!! Hilariously funny!!!! I could not put LOUISIANA LATTE down!!!