AFTER THE DRY SPELL
Started my new novel and will post my daily progress...just to keep me accountable and moving forward. Don't feel obligated to read, but if you do and have any questions, comments, or concerns let me know. Thanks for your support!
Day 1-
The Interview
“I’ll just have to raise your blouse a bit, Ms. Flannery,” the young woman said as she fitted the back of Katherine’s skirt with a transmitter.
Katherine smiled with mischief. “That’s exactly what my husband said this morning.”
“I’m sure.” The young woman glanced toward the wings of the stage. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
Katherine followed her line of sight then winked winked at the man in the wings. “Him? That’s not my husband. He’s my manager.”
The young woman leaned a little closer, and whispered, “I don’t mean to be cheeky Ms. Flannery…”
Katherine recognized her accent as being from Northern England. “Please… the cheekier, the better.”
“He might be your manager, but he looks at you like he’s starving and you’re a carvery.”
Katherine laughed. “Luckily, his hunger isn’t my responsibility at present.”
“You’re right. It’s a big day for you. We should focus on the matter at hand.” The young woman picked up a small microphone. “Would you prefer the lavaliere on the collar of your shirt or sweater?”
“Which would be better? I haven’t done this before.”
“I’d go with the sweater. Shirt collars tend to sag about halfway through the interview.”
As the young woman clipped on the mic and ran the cord to the transmitter, Katherine noted her perfume. Alien. The same scent her daughter wore. Without thinking she muttered, “My daughter would have been about your age…”
The young woman stopped and touched Katharine’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” She glanced at the floor as if looking for the right words to appear at her feet. “I’ve read your book, you know. Losing her seemed to be an absolutely crushing blow. I don’t know how you managed.”
Katherine fought back tears. “How about we change the subject.” She took a deep breath. “We don’t want to ruin the makeup man’s artistry, now do we?”
“Quite right.” The young woman smiled, but the light of her eyes was still dim.
Katherine noticed little things like that. Always had. She told herself she’d developed the skill for her writing— one must notice the details. But that wasn’t the reason. She’d watched people her whole life; learned as a child that some of them can be dangerous. Even people… no, especially people who are closet to you.
Day 1-
The Interview
“I’ll just have to raise your blouse a bit, Ms. Flannery,” the young woman said as she fitted the back of Katherine’s skirt with a transmitter.
Katherine smiled with mischief. “That’s exactly what my husband said this morning.”
“I’m sure.” The young woman glanced toward the wings of the stage. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
Katherine followed her line of sight then winked winked at the man in the wings. “Him? That’s not my husband. He’s my manager.”
The young woman leaned a little closer, and whispered, “I don’t mean to be cheeky Ms. Flannery…”
Katherine recognized her accent as being from Northern England. “Please… the cheekier, the better.”
“He might be your manager, but he looks at you like he’s starving and you’re a carvery.”
Katherine laughed. “Luckily, his hunger isn’t my responsibility at present.”
“You’re right. It’s a big day for you. We should focus on the matter at hand.” The young woman picked up a small microphone. “Would you prefer the lavaliere on the collar of your shirt or sweater?”
“Which would be better? I haven’t done this before.”
“I’d go with the sweater. Shirt collars tend to sag about halfway through the interview.”
As the young woman clipped on the mic and ran the cord to the transmitter, Katherine noted her perfume. Alien. The same scent her daughter wore. Without thinking she muttered, “My daughter would have been about your age…”
The young woman stopped and touched Katharine’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” She glanced at the floor as if looking for the right words to appear at her feet. “I’ve read your book, you know. Losing her seemed to be an absolutely crushing blow. I don’t know how you managed.”
Katherine fought back tears. “How about we change the subject.” She took a deep breath. “We don’t want to ruin the makeup man’s artistry, now do we?”
“Quite right.” The young woman smiled, but the light of her eyes was still dim.
Katherine noticed little things like that. Always had. She told herself she’d developed the skill for her writing— one must notice the details. But that wasn’t the reason. She’d watched people her whole life; learned as a child that some of them can be dangerous. Even people… no, especially people who are closet to you.
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