For the next couple of weeks I am an honorary member of our Australian customer service team. Apparently, they have no leads, managers, or supervisors at the moment – the team is totally new – and their phones are swamped, so a couple of us were asked to step in and assist with troubleshooting issues and pushing stuck orders through until they get caught up.
Let me tell you, pushing stuck orders through was a lot easier in the old system!
Anywho, since I’m technically on lunch right now, here’s my two snippets.
When last we left off the still unnamed project that the muses demanded I work on right now, Marcus had just summoned Gareth to our world. This week, Gareth gets to meet the rest of Norah’s family.
“Eddie? What’s going on?” An elderly woman stepped into the hallway behind the man. Gareth had not met her before, but he recognized her from a picture that Norah had kept on her dresser at the farm – her mother. “Who are you?”
“One of Norah’s crazy friends.” Eddie answered before Gareth had a chance to. “Says he’s taking Marcus and Norah away from here.”
“Oh no you are not, young man. That is my grandson -”
“Who you have done nothing but ignore and mistreat his entire life.” Gareth cut her off. “You lost any rights you had to call him family long ago.”
The old woman’s jaw dropped. “Well I never…”
“Eddie, call the cops.” Another woman prompted from the doorway to the living room. A chubby boy with a black eye peeked around from behind her.
“That’s my Aunt and my cousin Vance.” Marcus explained.
“Ah. So the whole family is here. Lovely.” Gareth studied Norah’s mother and sister from his position on the stairs, wondering how she had escaped such prickly old thorns and become such a wonderful person. Only she hadn’t escaped after all – they had trapped her and locked her away somewhere, and were plotting to send her son far far away from her. “Tell me where Norah is.”
“Tarrytown Mental Hospital – but they’re not going to let you see her. The only visitors allowed are family.”
“Unless you get admitted too.” Eddie added. He pulled a cell phone from his pocket. “Marcus, back away from him.”
“Marcus! You do what Eddie says right now!” Norah’s sister yelled at Marcus.
“Gareth is right. You’re not my family. I don’t have to listen to you!”
Eddie held his phone up to his ear, “Hello, 911? I have an intruder in my mother in laws house. He’s trying to kidnap my nephew-”
The next thing Gareth knew, the man was floating in the air several feet above the floor. He gaped at them in surprise, his arms and legs pinwheeling while Norah’s mother and sister shrieked in surprise. “Put me down! Put me down!”
“I’m not the one doing this.” Gareth turned to look behind him. Marcus stood a few steps above him, his eyes wide with shock at what he had done. “Marcus put him down.”
“I’m sorry.” The boy stammered. “I didn’t… I mean.”
“It’s fine. Put him down. Gently.”
And now for the WIPpet snippet from The Descendants! Since today is the 11th, here are 11 lines from chapter 2. In this scene, Matthew and Vivian have a long awaited talk. I wish I could have shared it all with you, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t make the math work, and, well, spoilers sweetie..
The look on [Matthew’s] face was identical to the one she saw on Andrew’s face when she caught him sneaking sweets behind Bree’s back. “I… uh… It’s an old habit.” He pulled the cigarette away from his lips and went to snuff it in the ashtray sitting on the table in front of him. “I’ll put it out.”
Vivian shook her head. “I don’t care – it doesn’t bother me. Her royal bitch on the other hand…”
He laughed at the nickname, but it quickly dissolved into a coughing fit. Apparently smoking and laughing was just as treacherous as laughing and drinking milk at the same time. “I’ll keep at it then.” He watched as she sank down into a chair across the table from him and buried her face in her hands. “Dare I ask what she’s done now?”
“She told everybody about Mom.” She noticed he scooted his chair back a few inches. “I don’t bite.”
“No, but you do have a mean right hook and a pretty broad vocabulary of insults.”
“You broke my heart. What was I supposed to do? Smile and pretend everything was sunshine and roses? As for the other thing, well, you deserved it.”
“Kissing under the mistletoe is a time honored tradition.”
“That most people usually ignore.”
“And I would have to but the old man insisted-”
“You could have ignored him.”
“True. Unfortunately the opportunity was too hard to resist.” He took another pull from his cigarette and blew a smoke circle towards the ceiling of the patio. Vivian stared at him. Opportunity? Too hard to resist? What did he mean by that. However, before she could ask, he continued speaking. “I thought everybody knew about your mom by now.”
So, for everyone who was curious about why Vivian punched Matthew – there’s the story. He kissed her under some mistletoe because his dad told him too. Even though she had been crushing on him for years, she took offense, and well… fist met face. Come Christmas time I may share the full story, but The Descendants has changed so much since then that it’s going to need some editing. We’ll see. There’s months between then and now, and things could slow down during that time right?
God I hope so.
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