I just wanted to be clear on something. Many of my readers know my mother passed away in May. This chapter is not in response to that. I finished writing Laramie over the winter, so all the text was already in place when my mother actually passed.
Click here to read Laramie, Chap. 22.
Writing about death is not easy. One's personal feelings get tied up in it. When applied to fictional characters, it is easy for an author to let their own inner thoughts on death creep into the wording, regardless of who the character is in the created setting. As well as health issues, relationships ... and joy.
When I wrote Coffee at 9, the driving force within all the plotlines was Cooper's desire to succeed in fatherhood. I loved writing that even though I am not a father. I feel I am more like Laramie who doesn't see himself as a father figure, but when placed in the role, develops a rapport with a young person. I have loved evolving the relationship with Corey and Laramie. My time-hopping narrative might let us see it at a rate a little too accelerated, but it is necessary to see Laramie's (and Corey's) full arc.
Had I not wanted to write into "the future," I could have shoved everything back four years, but since I started writing — all the way back to Extracurricular in 2020 — I've used the current calendar for things: Trent's journal, Lance's meetings, etc.
Corey and Laramie have been able to experience a lot. At home, Laramie has been an adult figure he can confide in, but a further bond has been established on the road: Christmas at Cooper's parents, Tampa, the beach, Vegas... Seeing how Laramie fits into his role with this "son but not my son" shows a maturity on both their parts. I never considered Laramie to be immature, but his soul as an adult has expanded. His heart has grown by becoming a "parent."
And, of course, there is the "oops" moment this chapter.
In this chapter, we see Corey becoming more of a teenager. Didn't we all torment ourselves during our teen years? I'd like to think I wasn't a prick to my parents, but my brothers and I were all different, so I'm sure my own parents had challenges. My intention here is not to turn Corey into an asshole but to realistically portray a human being who is going through body changes, self-esteem struggles, doubt and life's pressures. Fear not, I'm not going to make you hate him.
I have enjoyed sharing this story, but I'm truly saddened to know that only two chapter remain. The encouragement from readers has removed all doubts that I had when I first began posting this story. I am so grateful for you.