The phone rang. Damn, I thought I had turned off the ringer.
“Hello,” I said, doing my best to sound in patient.
“Hi, it’s me!” I recognized the voice from awhile back. It was perky. It was always perky.
“Oh, hi.” I said.
“Well, I got this deadline and uh…”
“I’m SO sorry. I’ll hang up. Sorry.”
“What are you working on–the fourth Duffy, I hope!” she said.
“Actually, I got the first draft of a stand alone done. Duffy makes an appearance but it’s mostly as a cameo.”
“Oh-MY-GOD! You’re kidding, that’s like SO cool!” Sometimes her enthusiasm makes me a little uncomfortable.
“Yeah, yeah, thanks.”
“I know you’re trying to write but what’s it about. Just give me a teaser…” She said.
“Well, you know how we hear about all the military suicides?”
“Yeah…” He breath got short.
“What if they weren’t suicides? What if a corrupt general was making murders look like suicides to cover something up.”
The phone went silent. It stayed that way for what seemed like a long time.
“Are you there?” I said
“That is SO brilliant! Oh, I just can’t wa–you have to go write. I’m sorry. Please go write!” She said.
“No really, go write! It’s good just to hear your voice.”
“Thanks, I suppose I really should,” I said relieved. She really was kind of sweet.
“Okay, then. Talk soon?”
“Sure,” I said.
After that she signed off.
I could get back to work.