Hi there! I hope you've all had a good week! Life here as been hectic, as "here" today is several hundred miles away from where I was when I last checked in two weeks ago. We left our Anchorage home and are now living in a small, rural community where my husband was accepted as the pastor of the community chapel.
I am just getting back into the swing of writing, but here is a short snippet from page 7 of my Kennedy Stern draft, since we're in the 7th month of the year already.
“I need your phone.”
Willow raised an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry,” Kennedy panted. “It’s an emergency. And …” She turned her back. “Well, sorry for barging in.”
Willow swept her blanket off. “Don’t worry. It's all good.”
Over the course of the semester, Kennedy had grown to enjoy Willow and her care-free style, but right now she needed someone whose brain functioned faster than a viscous gelatin. “I just saw Vinny,” she panted. “I need your phone.”
At any minute, Kennedy expected to hear Vinny pounding on the door. She wondered how much damage she’d do to Willow’s computer if she slid the whole desk against the door as a barricade. Why did Willow just recline there with that dazed, questioning expression? Didn’t she realize Kennedy was the one person Vinny wanted dead more than any other?
“Where is your phone?” she demanded again.
“You say you saw Vinny?” Willow’s voice was softer than normal. Subdued. Almost gentle.
“I ran all the way here.” For just a minute, confusion mingled with the acidic fear that raged and foamed in Kennedy’s stomach. “He was right behind me.”
Willow stood up. Slowly. As if she was afraid of hurting Kennedy if she moved too fast. She reached out her bejeweled hand. Softly squeezed Kennedy’s shoulder with those long, painted nails. “That cute journalist you’d been talking to stopped by this morning. You know, the ginger.” Willow stared at the wall behind Kennedy and took a deep breath. “He wanted you to know they caught Vinny. He’s been in custody since last night.”
Random Fact: Now that we've moved, it's the first time we've owned a landline phone in about a decade. Our boys are thrilled with figuring out this piece of antique entertainment.