Where he waits for his wife…

If you have not read the previous Sunday Snippets, I recommend doing so first.  You can find them here.
Previously on Sunday Snippets: A day has passed since Graeme lost his temper at Delaney.  In an attempt to apologise to her, he sent a rather terse note advising her of their evening plans.  Not taking kindly to his dictate, she responds in kind with a note of her own.

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Graeme paced the foyer as the longcase clock chimed eight times.  He looked up the grand staircase to the first floor, in the hopes of seeing his wife descending, but saw only the little chamber maid cross from one wing to the next.  He sighed; if they didn’t leave soon, they would be late for the theatre.  He stopped his pacing, and looked at Crandall.
“Do you suppose…” he started but trailed off as the butler slowly shook his head, no doubt correctly reading Graeme’s intention to fetch his wife.  He resumed pacing, reaching into his coat pocket for the missive she had sent in reply to his.

I must decline dinner as I am in need the extra time to dress myself appropriately.

Graeme could almost hear her voice as he read her response, the words dripping with sarcasm and was left wondering what had set her off.

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Oh my.  Like many a man, Graeme is so oblivious to the fallout of his actions.  But fallout there is and it comes in the form of his petite wife.  Ever have someone tell you something in such a way that it just rankles and makes you want to do the opposite?  Have you ever done the opposite?  I think Graeme is going to find out the hard way what happens when you issue a dare such as that. :)

I am writing this during a “break” between my other deadlines.  I was (barely) able to submit my contest entry for the California Hooker Contest.  I was pushing it at two minutes until cutoff.  THe last five minutes, I didn’t think I was going to make it.  A submission is never quite perfect enough to be let out into the wider world.  But, alas, my little story has to grow up some day.

Now all I have left to do this weekend are the ten pages for my editor critique session.  There’s nothing like forgetting you signed-up for a critique session and are assigned to a major publishing house’s editor and have to turn in ten pages of your manuscript in a week.  And that’s after figuring out why it wasn’t  working in the first place, throwing it all away and starting over from scratch.  Toss in the Day Job, the follow through of my New Year’s goals, the continuing saga of remodel and baby-proofing… Yes, it has been one of those weeks.  I am going to sleep well, come Sunday night!

Not having a dedicated office at home yet, I have been taking myself off to my local coffee shop to write.  I must make quite a sight sitting by the corner window in my gel seat cushion, laptop open in front of me, headphones on listening to works by the great British composers and at least three cups of coffee within reach.  I have to give a shootout to the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf in Lake Forest, California where they all know me by name now!

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Happy reading and I’ll see you next week!

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