#8Sunday--Opening Lines Sweet Lenora

Welcome back to #8Sunday, the weekly blog hop where writers post eight to ten sentences of their work. I've been doing a series featuring the opening eight to ten lines of my books. Over the next few weeks, I'll be featuring the Sweet Lenora series of novellas. I've got a final, full length sequel to these three short books coming out in October, so I'll end the series with the opening lines of the new novel.
This week, I'm featuring Sweet Lenora, the first book of the novella series. Lenora Brewer has just lost her father and she's about to go on a journey that changes her life.



On the day of my father’s funeral, the gray October sky opened and shed copious tears. It was good that the sky was so willing to cry as I could not find my own sorrow. It seemed I buried
it upon learning of his death.
We stood around the gravesite as he was laid next to the mother I had never known. My Aunt Louise looked up now and again from under the awning of her black umbrella to insure herself
that I had not jumped in after the coffin or run off into the rain. To Aunt Louise, I was a spoiled and fractious child, not a young woman of twenty with a mind of my own.
“High time you found her a husband,” she had said to Father on more occasions than I cared to count. “It will not do to let her run wild.”Read more about Sweet LenoraFind your next great read! Check out all the writers on the #8Sunday blog hop.