Shut Up and Write Excerpt
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breezeshadowChapter Two finished; it was way easier since there weren't that many changes to make from the second revision.
"Greta Falk. You must be Rose May Pursa." The woman's smile did not reach her eyes. "May I come in?"
Rose May moved back and let Greta walk in; she walked surprisingly quickly despite the heavy limp on her injured leg. She sighed softly when she sat down on the couch, resting the cane against the wall and folding her hands delicately in her lap. Then she paused, wrinkling her nose.
"What is that smell?" Judgement was thick in her voice as she looked toward Rose May's desk, and she wondered if the woman could see through objects.
"Ostrich leg. I'm sorry the ventilation in this room is not very good."
"Oh! I thought it smelled like the streets." Greta smiled brightly, and Rose May got the idea that Greta had never eaten a fried object in her life.
Rose May sat across from the woman, pulling over her notes. "I'll confirm some information before we get started. You are here for hysteria?"
Greta sniffed delicately, rolling her eyes slightly. "If that's what they're calling it this time. If there is anyone who should be in here for hysteria, it is my husband."
The comment, venomous and serious, took Rose May aback. "I... Don't believe I've heard of any man having hysteria."
"My husband is more crow than man, so that could be it." The woman paused, then sighed, delicately putting a hand up to her mouth. "I am so sorry. The stress has me saying ridiculous things."
Also it's shedding season for Thalia. I can tell because my allergies are PISSED. Dusting the coffee table probably wasn't the smartest idea either. HOpefully OTCs get rid of the tight feeling in my chest.
"Greta Falk. You must be Rose May Pursa." The woman's smile did not reach her eyes. "May I come in?"
Rose May moved back and let Greta walk in; she walked surprisingly quickly despite the heavy limp on her injured leg. She sighed softly when she sat down on the couch, resting the cane against the wall and folding her hands delicately in her lap. Then she paused, wrinkling her nose.
"What is that smell?" Judgement was thick in her voice as she looked toward Rose May's desk, and she wondered if the woman could see through objects.
"Ostrich leg. I'm sorry the ventilation in this room is not very good."
"Oh! I thought it smelled like the streets." Greta smiled brightly, and Rose May got the idea that Greta had never eaten a fried object in her life.
Rose May sat across from the woman, pulling over her notes. "I'll confirm some information before we get started. You are here for hysteria?"
Greta sniffed delicately, rolling her eyes slightly. "If that's what they're calling it this time. If there is anyone who should be in here for hysteria, it is my husband."
The comment, venomous and serious, took Rose May aback. "I... Don't believe I've heard of any man having hysteria."
"My husband is more crow than man, so that could be it." The woman paused, then sighed, delicately putting a hand up to her mouth. "I am so sorry. The stress has me saying ridiculous things."
Also it's shedding season for Thalia. I can tell because my allergies are PISSED. Dusting the coffee table probably wasn't the smartest idea either. HOpefully OTCs get rid of the tight feeling in my chest.
