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I have new hair! It has red in it! I wasn’t going to do it, because ti was pricy, but the whole family told me to go, so I did. On the plus side as I was laying in the chair, with gloss setting on my hair, lights off and soothing music playing, I realized the reason why I was having trouble with my word count in the past couple of days. I need to write a character out of these last three scenes. On a minus side, I need to rewrite the last 3K. Grrr!
I promised you a snippet.
Barabas stepped into his place and leaned against my desk, his arms folded over his chest. “As your attorney, I am forced to advise you to stay away from that crime scene. We both know you won’t, but if you get caught, there will be repercussions.”
“Thank you for the warning.” Now I had advice from both doctor and a lawyer. “I’ll definitely take it under consideration.”
I had to go back to the scene. Everyone in the room knew it.
“Also, you won’t like hearing this, but as a lawyer, I’m used to that. Your position with the Pack is muddy. This makes things a hell of a lot more complicated than they have to be. Sort yourself out.”
He was right. I needed to carve out some time and settle things with Aunt B.
Barabas looked at Julie. “Please get your bag. We’re going back to the Keep.”
Julie crossed her arms. “But…”
“Julia,” Barabas said calmly. “Please get your bag.”
Julie stomped to the kitchen and returned with her backpack.
“Take Ascanio with you, too,” I told him.
Ascanio heaved a heavy sigh and went to stand by the door. Julie stomped on his foot as she passed him and he elbowed her in the ribs.
“Call me if anything,” Barabas told me.
A moment and both the lawyer and the doctor were gone and I was left alone in the office. I barred the door, locked it, and pondered whether it was worth it to force myself upstairs to the bed or if I should just lay down on the nice comfortable wooden floor. My dignity won. I was a hardass, God damn it. I could deal with nine stairs. I would kick their ass.
I dragged myself to the upstairs cot and collapsed face down. I meant to take off my shoes, but the world slipped through my fingers before I had a chance to lift my head from my pillow.