Celwriter: spring break so I may not write for a while.
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Chapter 13
"Miss Rainey?" said a voice coming up the stairs.
"Yes, Shooter?" Cel replied.
"Why'd you do this to my hat?" Mort's head popped up through the latch with the black hat on. Cut from the brim were the words "LEAVE NOW!"
"Didn't you read the note?" Cel asked.
"Yes, but I love this hat,"
"It's a warning, Shooter, if you don't leave soon, there will be more consequences," she replied firmly, "Now don't come back."
'I'm warning you, Miss Rainey, if you do this again.."
"Then you'll deserve it. Now leave and don't come back. If I find that you haven't, then you will sorry that you decided to stay. Good day, Shooter." Cel walked over to Shooter and gestured towards the stairs. He turned, wishing that he had something threatening to say with his calm air, but Cel had used his very tactics against him. Shooter had no way to defend himself against his own strategy and left down the stairs.
Cel closed and locked the latch behind Shooter and listened as her father flopped down on the stairs. When he awoke he would have no memory of this and Cel was happy about that.
The next day, Mort had several chapters of his story completed and he took Cel to the local branch of his publisher's. He couldn't leave her home alone in case Shooter came back. He knew that Cel could not come in to talk to the editor, so she sat outside the door waiting.
Cel examined the office. Framed contracts of famous authors littered the walls and under them were benches. At first Cel believed that she was all alone, but then she noticed a young man sitting on a bench to her left by the door. She paid him little mind until he rose and it seemed like he was going to try to talk to her.
Cel glanced at the man, then looked to the door on her right. She hoped that soon her father would come out of that door. The young man was between her and the only way out. She almost panicked. Wait, Cel told herself, If you can take on Shooter, surely you can take on a young man.
Yes, but Shooter isn't 17 and very handsome.
The man approached and still Mort had not come out of the door. Cel began to be very nervous when he sat down next to her. She pretended that she hadn't noticed him beside her and glanced up at the clock as if she did not even care in a hot guy had come up to sit by her.
Cel believed herself very brave and knew that she could continue to pretend to be so until he spoke. Which, of course, he did.
* * * Celwriter: Yes, of course Cel has a love interest. She couldn't exactly marry her father, that would just be wrong.
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Chapter 13
"Miss Rainey?" said a voice coming up the stairs.
"Yes, Shooter?" Cel replied.
"Why'd you do this to my hat?" Mort's head popped up through the latch with the black hat on. Cut from the brim were the words "LEAVE NOW!"
"Didn't you read the note?" Cel asked.
"Yes, but I love this hat,"
"It's a warning, Shooter, if you don't leave soon, there will be more consequences," she replied firmly, "Now don't come back."
'I'm warning you, Miss Rainey, if you do this again.."
"Then you'll deserve it. Now leave and don't come back. If I find that you haven't, then you will sorry that you decided to stay. Good day, Shooter." Cel walked over to Shooter and gestured towards the stairs. He turned, wishing that he had something threatening to say with his calm air, but Cel had used his very tactics against him. Shooter had no way to defend himself against his own strategy and left down the stairs.
Cel closed and locked the latch behind Shooter and listened as her father flopped down on the stairs. When he awoke he would have no memory of this and Cel was happy about that.
The next day, Mort had several chapters of his story completed and he took Cel to the local branch of his publisher's. He couldn't leave her home alone in case Shooter came back. He knew that Cel could not come in to talk to the editor, so she sat outside the door waiting.
Cel examined the office. Framed contracts of famous authors littered the walls and under them were benches. At first Cel believed that she was all alone, but then she noticed a young man sitting on a bench to her left by the door. She paid him little mind until he rose and it seemed like he was going to try to talk to her.
Cel glanced at the man, then looked to the door on her right. She hoped that soon her father would come out of that door. The young man was between her and the only way out. She almost panicked. Wait, Cel told herself, If you can take on Shooter, surely you can take on a young man.
Yes, but Shooter isn't 17 and very handsome.
The man approached and still Mort had not come out of the door. Cel began to be very nervous when he sat down next to her. She pretended that she hadn't noticed him beside her and glanced up at the clock as if she did not even care in a hot guy had come up to sit by her.
Cel believed herself very brave and knew that she could continue to pretend to be so until he spoke. Which, of course, he did.
* * * Celwriter: Yes, of course Cel has a love interest. She couldn't exactly marry her father, that would just be wrong.
