Happy Wednesday! It’s been weird here already, even though it’s still early. I woke with a horrible migraine and consequently tripped on the stairs coming down. Good thing I landed on my butt and only got a small bruise as a reward.
The rest of this week has been odd too. My poor kids had their school lock-in canceled for the storm we never got. But at least we got to go see a friend in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. It’s neat taking the kids to see live theater now that they’ve been on stage—they both talked afterward about knowing how much goes into a production, even for a community theater. I’d forgotten how bizarre that show is, though. My younger child’s best quote: “This is so dated it’s timeless. I should hate it…I want to hate it…but I don’t!”
On to the WIPpet, still from Minuet and following directly from last week’s. Context: Jamie’s a bit of a mess, Mack and Amelia are about to take the commuter train back home, and Mack gets a text that doesn’t bode well. Content note for swearing. I didn’t feel that Mack would filter his language here, so I didn’t do it for him.
WIPmath: 1/17/2018 = 17 sentences
She didn’t mean that he’d wake up and see their friends, though that was probably true too. Jamie clung hard to Sage, even now, buying into his lies about who really cared about him. At some point, Jamie was going to have to learn how to be his whole, real self. Mack just wasn’t going to be the one to tell him that.
An incoming text startled Mack, and he took out his phone. Their friend Marlie. Jamie knows where you went.
“Fuck,” Mack muttered.
Amelia’s mouth dropped open, and she grabbed Mack’s arm. “Is Jamie—”
“He’s fine.” Mack stuffed his phone back in his pocket without answering the text. “That was Marlie. Someone, maybe her, told him what we were doing.”
“Right. He’s bound to be pissed as hell, if he’s in any shape to react.”
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