Happy Wednesday! We’re entering another round of performance season, so my schedule is full of concerts and recitals. Not to mention that my older one is running track this spring, so that means practices and meets.
Yesterday, I posted that I’m stepping away from book reviews for a bit. It’s become more than I can manage right now and is contributing to my stress. I don’t think I’ve read many books just for fun in the last couple of years, and I miss it.
Meanwhile, I’m continuing to work on multiple projects. My former missionary short story and Drumbeat are my priorities. Jamie and Cian finally got their act together and let me know why they don’t like each other (boils down to stubbornness and misunderstandings, but with good reasons behind both—what they have in common is being fierce advocates for what they believe is right). I’m continuing to post snippets from that, since I’m about halfway done with the first draft. Note: I didn’t write their signed conversation in ASL syntax because it doesn’t make for smooth reading.
WIPmath: 5/10/2017 = 10 + 2 + 1 + 7 = 20 sentences.
Cian slid into the seat beside Gemma, and she took his hand and squeezed it. They struck up a conversation, but Cian kept glancing over at Jamie, which made him uncomfortable. He wanted to leave, but it felt rude to do so when Cian had only been there a few minutes. It would be obvious Jamie didn’t want to be around him. Not that sitting there with no idea what to say to him was any better.
He caught Brandon telling Cian something about Jamie’s band, but he missed the rest of the exchange or why Brandon had explained. Jamie didn’t care. He went to take a sip of his drink and realized he’d finished it already. On the verge of going to the bar for another one, Jamie paused at the hand on his arm. It was warm, and the grip was firm but not unpleasantly so.
“You don’t have to go,” Cian said, his soft, lilting accent making the words sound almost teasing. His bright blue eyes twinkled, and Jamie caught a glimpse of Cian’s hearing aids. They were custom designed to look like silver snakes, twisting up and over his ear. Jamie liked the way they looked on him, though he would never say so.
Jamie nodded at the bar and signed, I was going to get another drink. You want something?
Cian looked surprised, but he acknowledged Jamie. Water, please.
The conversation had been almost friendly, but Jamie knew it was all on the surface. He twisted away from Cian and made his way to the bar to order their drinks.
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