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Author's Note:
January 30, 2003
No, I have not given up on this...I am still writing, finalizing things, testing ideas out on people (a.k.a. torture ;).
As I said in the author's notes to chapter 16, I know where this is going, it just takes
time getting there. I never dreamed I'd be writing such an epic, though as of yet this is not as long as some I have read.
Gradually this is coming to a close, I still have a few strings to gather here and there, weave into the final product.
Now, on with the tale.
It's My Turn Now
Chapter 17
The memory of the last time the entire family had gotten caught up in some important matter and had gone too long without eating slowly wangled its way to the forefront of Katie's conscious mind. She realized by the way people were acting that there was a real danger of that historical event repeating itself, and she did NOT want to go through THAT ever again. Once was quite enough for a life-time.
Still shrieking she raced into the kitchen and threw a glass of water at her own face, not quite as effective as another person throwing the water, but effective enough. She quieted down to "Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" and an occasional "Not again!"
Quickly she grabbed a microwave-able casserole dish and started throwing things in, whatever semi-appealed to her as being an edible combination, and wouldn't take very long to heat up.
She set the cooking time for 15 minutes and sat down to wait.
Author's Note:
January 30, 2003
No, I have not given up on this...I am still writing, finalizing things, testing ideas out on people (a.k.a. torture ;).
As I said in the author's notes to chapter 16, I know where this is going, it just takes
time getting there. I never dreamed I'd be writing such an epic, though as of yet this is not as long as some I have read.
Gradually this is coming to a close, I still have a few strings to gather here and there, weave into the final product.
Now, on with the tale.
It's My Turn Now
Chapter 17
The memory of the last time the entire family had gotten caught up in some important matter and had gone too long without eating slowly wangled its way to the forefront of Katie's conscious mind. She realized by the way people were acting that there was a real danger of that historical event repeating itself, and she did NOT want to go through THAT ever again. Once was quite enough for a life-time.
Still shrieking she raced into the kitchen and threw a glass of water at her own face, not quite as effective as another person throwing the water, but effective enough. She quieted down to "Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" and an occasional "Not again!"
Quickly she grabbed a microwave-able casserole dish and started throwing things in, whatever semi-appealed to her as being an edible combination, and wouldn't take very long to heat up.
She set the cooking time for 15 minutes and sat down to wait.