I’ve moved on to another WIP. It’s just an idea at the moment, so bear with me for the first few posts.
About to challenge him, she actually thought about his statement. With a bit of hesitation and a bit of exaggerated arrogance, she stepped to the fridge and opened it as well. And, damn it, if he wasn’t right. There was enough meat for two or three meals, heaps of vegetables, and some lettuce, tomatoes, a cucumber, and an avocado for a plain tossed salad. With a big sign she closed the door again.
“Did you actually end up telling me who you are?”
“No, who you really are.”
“I am really Bigalow. Now, go and get ready.”
She reached for her two pieces of toast and sauntered to her bedroom, still pondering his statement about routine. And with some annoyance she admitted he was right.
It didn’t take her long to put on some jeans, a casual jumper, and slip into some sneakers, in between taking a couple of bites of her breakfast. She must’ve gone mad even considering going with him, to wherever it was they were going. Considering? Well, she was going. With this…was he a madman?
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