Chapter 21

Procrastinated

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Teresa groaned, setting her purse and day-planner down on the kitchen table. Work had been absolutely horrible - not the sort where everything went wrong, fortunately, but the type where each minute crawled by and each hour just did not want to end. It certainly didn't help that she'd procrastinated on writing her half of the story and would have to write it before she did anything else. She had a good excuse - George didn't stay up late enough to read hers yesterday anyway, and would be working relatively late. So if she wrote fast, she might be able to get the email out before he even got a chance to read it anyway.

She flipped on the television and plopped down on the couch, notebook and pen in hand, turning on the television.

"... and the farmers in the southeast are happy at record setting rainfalls within the last 72 hours, breaking a what was nearly a two month drought. However, the precipitation has caused a number of small floods in the area, so if you're planning on traveling in…"

Truth be told, Teresa was actually somewhat wishing George had wrote something more to his usual self, because she had an idea she was looking forward to getting out. It was a sad story – quite exquisite in her opinion – with Harry and Ginny taking the form of two ships that passed in the fog of night.

She even had the ending worked out in her head, but unfortunately she couldn't use it anymore. Teresa could see it now – she and George would walk back into Henry's office, and her husband would make a definite point that he had went out of his comfort zone to make a light romantic comedy while she'd been unable to change at all. She was definitely not anxious to give her husband that kind of moral authority!

For a brief fleeting few seconds she considered writing a steamy romance story similar to what George had several nights ago. Just the thought of it made her smirk; she rather enjoyed the idea of getting her husband hot and bothered in some hotel hundreds of miles away.

However, it quickly faded from mind when she remembered the little rule 'Never type something in an email you wouldn't want your mother to read.' Or worse, if one of her coworkers somehow managed to get hold of it…

Shuddering at the thought, she turned on the computer and began typing.

George,

I liked your story! I know we're supposed to focus on the romance between Harry and Ginny, but my favorite part was when Ginny and Arthur talked towards the end. You remember Christine, right? From church? Well, when she and I were fifteen, her mother died. And I remember the day I found out, I had the same sort of moment with my dad after school, crying on his shoulder for probably an hour.

I also liked its tone – it was a lot sweeter than your first two... you did it on purpose, didn't you? I mean, you wouldn't ordinarily write that sort of story on your own accord. It meant a lot, George...

Teresa's hands came from the keyboard, trying to decide what to write, both for the rest of the email, as well as what kind of story she should type out.

"Only fair, I suppose," she said to herself, deciding that she might as well try to do the same sort of thing – a light comedy. She was sure it wouldn't be quite the same – she was too much of a sucker for guys saying cheesy romantic lines to make it too realistic. Finally deciding, she resumed typing.

I hope you enjoy my story too – take care of yourself, and I'll see you in a few days.

I love you.

- Teresa

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Unfortunately, deadlines are approaching, so I'm going to be rapidly posting the rest of the book. This time 6 chapters are getting posted, and the remaining 10 chapters or so will be posted soon. Please give me whatever feedback you can, especially since while I've had time to polish the first half of the book, the last half isn't even completely done in rough draft yet – so I can use all the help I can get in refining these chapters.