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Hey! It’s my 100th Sunday with Weekend Writing Warriors! Woot!
To celebrate, I’m finally allowing our wereduck PI hero Tom and femme fatale-wannabe Leda Swanson to leave the Poisson d’Or, where they’ve been having cranky, stilted, multi-level conversation over pricey French cuisine for what seems like several months of Sundays.
Tom, however, has a soft spot when it comes to troubled women.
It’s probably in his brain.
“Thank you for not being angry with me.”
I held a two-second internal debate and took out one of my business cards. “Call me if I can help you with those problems you don’t have,” I said, handing it over.
She put it in her handbag and pulled out her valet ticket. “Thank you.”
“Sure,” I said, plucking the ticket out of her fingers. “Hey, Eddie,” I said, handing it over, “pick out a nice car for the lady.”
“Of course,” he said, jogging off.
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Y’all remember Eddie, right? I still don’t know if he’s human or not . . .
I edited by candlelight for a while this week, because Winter. I managed to get a substantial amount done—let’s hear it for radio/Wifi silence—though when the power came on, I was surprised to see that all my notes were in purple ink.
It’s the little things . . .
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Hey! It’s my 100th Sunday with Weekend Writing Warriors! Woot!
Earful of Cider 