A/N: I warn you now, John's foul mouth begins to show itself in writing. I'm leaving the rating as is for the moment, but if anyone has concerns, please let me know. I will change it.
Disclaimer: Let it be known, only Martin and Ben can execute their characters so well. And, only Mark and Steven have the genius to emulate one of the best brains in literary history! (No, they did not pay me to say that...)
Monday.
So. I got one of those letters in the mail today... Payment rejected. It wasn't really a letter, though. It was a hand written note, scrawled on the back of the envelope I'd used to send the check. It's a low-income bed-sit, so I can't say that I'm surprised...I mean about the envelope, not the message.
I asked at the bank...my account was overdrawn.
I realize I haven't been keeping up with things. I haven't gotten a job. No offense to the rest of the world, but I haven't been in the mood to be stared at like a dirty shoe.
I have a limp. Yes, thank you. It's a consequence of having fought for my country.
E called this morning, too. She said she was checking in. Wanted to know when I would be back for therapy.
I politely told her to bugger off.
I hadn't realized it had been four weeks, though.
A/N: Gameson221b you are so insightful. I do so enjoy that we can commiserate together about John and Sherlock. I have a special chapter for just what you described-though, I will probably post it as a stand-alone because it just doesn't fit anywhere else.
Everyone, you know I look forward to your reviews!