We went to the Tattered Cover Write-In today.  After yesterday’s barely token addition, I kicked out 3,000 words, huzzah!

“We have to stop meeting like this,” I told her. “People will talk.”

She had a large purse tucked under her arm, which she pulled out and opened. “I don’t plan on being here long. Here is the file you requested.” It was all wrapped up in a large envelope.

“Thanks. Um, my mother taught me it’s impolite to address a lady by her last name, and I can’t quite call you by your, ah, title. Not here. Loose lips sink ships, right? Plus there’s that nasty contractual clause you imposed on me.”

She paused a moment, before finally saying, “Adele.”

“Adele. A name to conjure by.”

“Oh, please.”

“Beats ‘Hey You,’ doesn’t it?”

Also, our local moderator was at the 24-Hour Write-In, wherever that was being done.  Since that was a bit beyond the pale for myself, I took on the role of stand-in, bringing candy and some toys to hand out (bouncing eyeballs, for folks who needed another point of view to shake up their story).  Fun.