Hi there! I've been away from WIPpets for a while, and I have a sad excuse and a happy excuse. The sad excuse is Agent Ko and I are no longer on speaking terms. Haven't been for weeks.
The happy excuse is I've had other fun ways to occupy my time, such as our 16 chickens (up from the original 6) and these lovely escape artists:
As you can guess, we're having an exciting fall, and loving every minute about it. (Well, except for that whole thing with Ko refusing to talk to me. O, and chasing goats. Sheesh!)
Anyway, I've been dabbling in edits for my next Kennedy Stern book. Here's a snippet from page 9, since it's 9/9.
The doctor frowned. “I see …” He glanced down at his clipboard. “Kennedy.” He paused, and she knew from his furrowed brow what was coming next. “Kennedy Stern. Where have I heard that name before?”
She stared at her lap, wondering if he’d come to the realization on his own or if she’d have to jog his memory.
“Kennedy Stern,” he repeated. “Aren’t you the girl who was …”
He paused, leaving Kennedy to finish on his behalf. “Kidnapped last fall.”
He nodded. “Well, I’m glad you’re back safe and unharmed.”
There was that tickle again. Was she going to have another coughing attack here?
“You say you had a hard time breathing. Has that happened to you before?”
“No, not that I can …” Kennedy stopped.
Guilt must have been etched on her face, because the doctor leaned toward her. “Yes?”
She sighed. “Well, there was one time. A few weeks after I was … after I got back to campus.” She glanced up to make sure he understood what she was talking about. He nodded, so she continued. “I thought I saw someone. One of the guys from before. Turns out it was nothing, at least I think it was. But I started running since I wasn’t sure, and I was coughing too. Had a hard time catching my breath again.”
She didn’t mention the tears. The sobbing that convinced her she was on the verge of hyperventilating. She didn’t mention barging into her dorm room in the middle of Willow’s make-out session with another actor from the theater department. Kennedy’s mortification snapped her out of her panic, but thankfully her roommate wasn’t upset. “He was really sweaty and gross, anyway,” she insisted. A little while later, once Kennedy stopped trembling, Willow suggested, “Maybe you should see a shrink or something.”
Kennedy had shoved the suggestion aside. After all, she was a Christian. She needed to pray more, that’s what she needed to do, not talk out her trauma with a therapist who would stretch her out on a couch and make her relive those awful twenty-four hours all over again. She forced herself to focus once more on her schoolwork, carried her pepper spray wherever she went for the next week, and did a decent job of forgetting about the whole cafeteria episode. Still, she didn’t eat dinner in the cafeteria for a while and subsisted on dry Cheerios, craisins, and microwave popcorn until she could enter the student union without shaking.
None of that had anything to do with getting a medical excuse to Professor Adell, though, so she shrugged. “That's all.”
Random Fact: Dry Cheerios, craisins, and microwave popcorn were my three college staples.
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