Well, she got out of Camp NanoWriMo with an extra 5,000 words beyond her goal. She focused mostly on Laura’s book, but the DWD did manage to wrangle some attention out of her. She’s now in Chapter 10, with quite a way to go yet, and I must tell you that it has been hard keeping in at the keyboard when it’s beautiful outside. I think I’d rather deal with her wanting to plant things than being crabby as hell with spring fever in the absence of spring. So, we’ll let her live a little but keep nagging as well—gently nagging.
In the meantime, here’s Chapter 2 of LAC 17. If you haven’t read Chapter 1 or need a refresher, read it first via the post below this one.
Shortly after ten—hell, longly after ten, I finally heard the sound of a motor up the driveway. Let it be Claudia, I chanted as though a three-year-old moron. I did not want to frickin’ host this frickin’ thing by my frickin’ lonesome!
Ginny and Kris’ van finally came into view, and my heart sank, only to be quickly buoyed by the fact that Laura had said maybe they could swing by and get her. Please, let them have Claudia!
I rushed the van while trying hard not to look as though I was actually rushing the van. I wasn’t at all sure how I did. Probably not very well, for the side door flung open, and Holly stared at me.
“Did you get Claudia?” I asked as I tried to spy through windows made opaque by intense sunshine.
“No!” she shrieked, and I could not have imagined her being quite that upset over her best friend’s absence.
“Sorry, Dilly,” Maggie yelled. “She’s still at work.”
“And we’re late because Ginny got lost,” the redhead informed, just as the passenger door opened fully.
The psychologist jumped out. Shaking her head, she looked exasperated, but I knew she suppressed laughter.
I called to Ginny, “Claudia and I got lost the first time, too. You should have called me.”
“I got us here!” she replied. “We just took the scenic route. It’s beautiful out here.”
“It sure is,” Kris said.
Those in the back came barreling out, and Holly raced to me and threw her arms around me. She released a godawful sigh just as her head came to rest on my shoulder. Melodrama or what?
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