Under normal circumstances I would never hurt a soul. Ask anyone.
She noticed that he’d stopped writing and was tapping his pen impatiently.
“He was nothing if not entertaining.”
The lawyer didn’t like the word plan and made a mental note to address that later.
She almost choked on the water she was sipping. “Good Lord, no!”
He’d already gotten the point. Her laughter was nothing less than frightening.
Susan would like people to know the following:
First paying job was in grade school. A lunch snack or a new yo-yo would buy a story of your choosing. From a killer custodian to cafeteria comedy—to be told over recess. Gradually, believing grown-ups know best, the joy of making others laugh or gasp was pushed aside in pursuit of more “realistic goals.” But the desire never left. When the ideas came, they were transcribed by flashlight. Caught on notebook pages only to be tucked away. Because—maybe someday …
Beyond that, thank you!
