Teresa, aka The Haunted Wordsmith, has this thing that she does where she gives you a page number and a line number and instructs you to grab a book…any kind of book…and flip to the page and line she gives and to write a post built around that line.
So I fired up the Kindle app on my iPhone, picked at random the book Am I the Killer? by Dan Petrosini, went to page 16, scrolled down to line 22 and this is what was on that line:
“I figured it’d take ’em time for an official notification”
So here’s my story built around that line.
Bess threw down the letter and the envelope it came in onto the kitchen table. “What do you mean you didn’t get the documents in on time?” she asked her husband.
Jon got a sheepish expression on his face. “I figured it’d take ’em time for an official notification to get here and then I’d pull together the paperwork and mail it back to the bank after we got it. You know?”
“No, I don’t know!” Bess was so angry that she almost started to cry, but she took a deep breath and regained her self control. “The loan officer told you precisely what documentation you needed to provide to the bank and he told you to get it to him as soon as possible. I thought you said you’d taken care of it. And now I’m looking at a final notice of foreclosure?”
“I said that I would take care of it, not that I had taken care of it,” Jon said defensively.
“That’s it, Jon. I’ve had it with you. You are a total fuck up,” Bess said. “Now I’ve got to take off from work tomorrow and go to the bank and plead with Mr. Schneider to give us a few more days to get the documents to him. And let me make sure that you understand, Jon, that I’m giving you an official notification that if the bank goes ahead with the foreclosure and we lose this house, you and I are over and I’ll be taking the kids and moving in with my mother.”