NaNo :: Day 12 - 396 words, 18,414/50,000.
Day One. Day Five. Day Nine.
Day Two. Day Six. Day Ten.
Day Three. Day Seven. Day Eleven.
Day Four. Day Eight.
“We all are,” replied Redd. “Didn’t you even say you still had something going on later tonight?”
Maria hesitated to answer, filling the pause with a slight hum of acknowledgement as she steeled herself through another sip. “Not exactly,” she said, finally deciding on what would make a decent, careful response. “I might. An on-call sort of thing.”
“Ah,” said Redd and Maria knew she wasn’t entirely convinced, but Redd seemed to understand that it was something she either couldn’t talk about or didn’t want to. A response like that was a swift and subtle double-edged sword. It was always a relief that Redd never pried or asked too many questions, but it was hard to see the look on her face as she grappled with the fact that she was neither sisterly confident or political superior in some matters.
Still, Maria knew that a person in Redd’s position still had a right to know. She should know. It was disquieting to think that, not only was the military actively holding information from the vice president, but she was one of the top agents doing it.
It always left a part of Maria wondering just how much the Government Body was holding back from the DRAFES as well. Redd’s quiet acceptance of Maria’s tight lips just begged the question of what lurked behind Redd’s own.
Discretely, Redd began to change the subject, and Maria thought she would be glad for it, but just wound up wishing her sister had let the uncomfortable silence reign after all.
“So,” she asked with a slyness in her voice, “did you return any of Robb’s calls?”
Maria groaned. “What do you think?”
“I really don’t think it would hurt anything if you did, Maria,” advised Redd softly, back in her role as patient older sage. “It might at least make work relations a little easier if you just gave him the common courtesy.”
“Work relations for who?” asked Maria with a cool lift of her eyebrow. “You guys, maybe, but it would be a nightmare for me. Give a guy like that an inch, Redd, and he’ll take a mile. It’ll be even worse than it already is; you can’t even encourage a guy like that in the slightest or you’d never see the end of it. Trust me; I know guys like this way more than I’d like to.”
It was at this point that I realized that just as much as the book I was working on last month was a "Female Book," this one was a "Male Book," and this chapter just needed to end STAT. Too much SatC, not enough Heist.
Day Two. Day Six. Day Ten.
Day Three. Day Seven. Day Eleven.
Day Four. Day Eight.
“We all are,” replied Redd. “Didn’t you even say you still had something going on later tonight?”
Maria hesitated to answer, filling the pause with a slight hum of acknowledgement as she steeled herself through another sip. “Not exactly,” she said, finally deciding on what would make a decent, careful response. “I might. An on-call sort of thing.”
“Ah,” said Redd and Maria knew she wasn’t entirely convinced, but Redd seemed to understand that it was something she either couldn’t talk about or didn’t want to. A response like that was a swift and subtle double-edged sword. It was always a relief that Redd never pried or asked too many questions, but it was hard to see the look on her face as she grappled with the fact that she was neither sisterly confident or political superior in some matters.
Still, Maria knew that a person in Redd’s position still had a right to know. She should know. It was disquieting to think that, not only was the military actively holding information from the vice president, but she was one of the top agents doing it.
It always left a part of Maria wondering just how much the Government Body was holding back from the DRAFES as well. Redd’s quiet acceptance of Maria’s tight lips just begged the question of what lurked behind Redd’s own.
Discretely, Redd began to change the subject, and Maria thought she would be glad for it, but just wound up wishing her sister had let the uncomfortable silence reign after all.
“So,” she asked with a slyness in her voice, “did you return any of Robb’s calls?”
Maria groaned. “What do you think?”
“I really don’t think it would hurt anything if you did, Maria,” advised Redd softly, back in her role as patient older sage. “It might at least make work relations a little easier if you just gave him the common courtesy.”
“Work relations for who?” asked Maria with a cool lift of her eyebrow. “You guys, maybe, but it would be a nightmare for me. Give a guy like that an inch, Redd, and he’ll take a mile. It’ll be even worse than it already is; you can’t even encourage a guy like that in the slightest or you’d never see the end of it. Trust me; I know guys like this way more than I’d like to.”
It was at this point that I realized that just as much as the book I was working on last month was a "Female Book," this one was a "Male Book," and this chapter just needed to end STAT. Too much SatC, not enough Heist.