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With a little help from her fellow librarians and the Pressman, Clyota has avoided whatever nastiness the bad guys had planned, but the Library isn’t the safe place they need.
Luckily, Charlie, Clyota’s desk partner, has an idea.
I couldn’t fit it into the six, but as they leave for the deli across the street to wait, one of Clyota’s co-workers recognizes the Pressman—it turns out that her sister just joined the Press Corps and is a huge fan.
Clyota is bemused that Reynard has groupies. Reynard is more interested in Patricia’s comments about Clyota’s own fan club.
“Charlie should be here in a few minutes,” I said, to fill the silence.
“He seems willing to drop everything to assist you,” said the Pressman, stirring half the sugar dispenser into his coffee.
“He’s my partner,” I said, rolling my eyes, “and that’s all he is.”
“Others,” said the Pressman, lifting the cup to his lips without taking his lens from me, “appear to think otherwise.”
“You mean Patricia? Yes, well, her sister thinks you’re a god, so dementia clearly runs in the family.”
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You may already know that one of our sixers, Wendy Russo, has a book coming out soon, set in the Royal City of Columbia.
While I was trying to contact Wendy about her blog tour, my message was rerouted and I somehow ended up interviewing the intriguing King Hadrian, instead.
So if you’d like to see how I embarrassed myself in front of extremely attractive royalty, I’m posting the transcript tomorrow.
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LOL Love the last line! The Pressman seems a bit jealous. 🙂
He’s just interested in the story . . .and in needling her.
But they did mesh a bit more along the way than I thought they would.
There’s another story that’s been nagging me about a female member of the Press Corps and a bodyguard who try to figure out why her primary subject was murdered (she wants the story, he wants answers). They seem to be getting along pretty well . . .
Snark is one of my favorite things in books, and your characters excel at it. Is this out of the drawer yet?!?
And thank you so much for interviewing Hadrian. He had fun. 🙂
It’s . . . halfway out? I’m editing something else that’s taking up a lot of my time, but this is on the list.
I had fun, too! 😀
That’s great! Love the interesting turn in their relationship.
Thanks. The insults are getting friendlier, anyway. 🙂
LMAO! This is AWESOME!
Thanks, Sarah!
LOL Neither sounds particularly pleased by the other’s groupies.
I don’t think it ever occurred to Clyota that Pressmen could have groupies—she’s hated them for a long time.
That last line cracked me up! Do I detect a bit of jealousy and/or fishing for information there, Pressman? Ok he’s in the Press Corps so that’s his job, but still…
Not jealousy, but definitely defensiveness. 🙂
Love that last line!
Thanks, Elaine. 🙂
I love Reynard’s mannerisms and Clyota’s stubbornness–both are unflappable. 🙂 Your transcript sounds fantastic. I gotta make sure I stop by tomorrow!
They flap sometimes, Lisa! XD
Please do—the interview was a lot of fun!
I don’t often laugh out loud at a snippet, but I did at this. I’ll be sure to stop by tomorrow, too.
I’m glad you liked it, Sue Ann. 🙂
Please come by—Wendy and I had fun!
Very snappy comeback! They sound almost like an old married couple.
I know they’re imaginary, but I would love to see their faces if someone told them that! 🙂
Snarky! Can’t wait to see where this goes. 🙂
Thanks Dianne. Lunch, probably. 🙂