I punched the whiny me in the head. He's lying on the bedroom floor, blubbering about life being fair. What a loser.
The rest of me is here, today, trying to teach teenagers about context clues and word analysis (stop snoring...I can hear you). I'm also squeezing a few words into my WIP, entry #2 for Write 1/Sub 1: "Delbert Kibbey's Mail Order Bride". Delbert's coworkers tell most of the story as they gossip in the break room at their office:
“There was another man in the house. Delbert ’s neighbor,” Martin said.
“And a video camera,” Randy said.
Nona punched Randy’s shoulder. “Rude. That’s not fair.”
“I didn’t make it up,” Randy said, rubbing his arm. “There were pills, too. Garth down in shipping knows a guy who knows a guy who used to sell to Delbert’s neighbor.”
“Uppers. Downers. Reds and blues. The whole mess.” Randy offered a knowing nod. “I bet they’d been having a private party. Just the two of them and the camera.”
“So she was…they were...”
Randy nodded. “Seems like it.”
And Olesya the mail-order-bride seemed like such a nice...er...young lady.