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Date Posted: 12:47:24 10/03/09 Sat
Author: Debi
Subject: Not-So-New-Stuff Saturday

Back to work this week and I've not even looked at my story, let alone written. But still, in keeping with my stated purpose, I am posting something that I'm reasonbly sure I haven't already.

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[> Walk this way... -- Debi, 12:51:39 10/03/09 Sat

Excerpt from Old Dogs, copyright 2008-2009, Debi Matlack, all rights reserved. Posted for sharing and critique purposes only; does not constitute publication.
----
This takes place the follwoing mroning after the scene where valerie was down with the flu and Daniel volunteered himself to stay with her.
You gotta love family...;-)
**********

“Knock, knock.”

Daniel turned toward the front of the house where the voice had come from. Vanessa came in, laden with grocery bags. He took some from her and they made it to the counter in the kitchen.

“Thanks. How’s the patient?” Nessa caught an apple as it rolled to the edge of the sink.

Daniel nodded toward the bathroom. “She’s decontaminating as we speak.” He started rummaging in the bags and putting things away in the fridge and cabinets. “She had a pretty high fever last night, but once I started dosing her with ibuprofen it seemed to help.”

Nessa brushed a stray lock of pale hair behind her ear and nodded, rooting for a pan and setting out eggs and sausage. “Did she have nightmares?”

Daniel watched as Nessa sprayed the pan and put it on the burner, reaching for the sausage. He nudged the package closer. “One time, but it was all right, though for a moment I was starting to wonder at the wisdom of my declining your offer to come over.”

The pan began to smoke and Nessa dropped the links in. “Val’s had night terrors since we were kids. Don’t know why, our childhood wasn’t particularly traumatic. She just never outgrew them. They’re worse when she’s under stress.”

“Like a fever.”

“Or a bad marriage.” Nessa smiled, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder toward the hallway, making sure Valerie wasn’t eavesdropping. “She’d call me about once a week, usually a wreck because she wasn’t getting any sleep.”

Daniel made a sympathetic face as he plugged in the toaster. “That’s terrible. Cassandra and I had rough patches, everyone does, but we always worked things out.”

Nessa snorted. “Ben was interested in Ben and whatever was most advantageous to Ben. He’s from an old-money, Old South family and does whatever Mother tells him to do. Their entire marriage, Val was their project, to mold her into something they could be happy with.” She turned the burner down under the pan, rolling the sausages around. “Damn, I think they’re scorching.”

Daniel was feeding slices of bread into the slots of the toaster. He had a look and suggested, “Pick the pan up off the burner for a moment.” The links were rescued and returned to the stove to cook a little slower this time. He couldn’t contain his curiosity. “So, Valerie actually stayed married to him for… how long?”

“Eight years. It was okay to start, but he didn’t want her to work, she needs to stay busy, she wanted to go back to school, he didn’t see why she should, he thought he should be able to go and do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted and she was expected to be wherever he thought she should be at any given moment and blah, blah, blah…” Nessa made a face then grinned at him. “In case you hadn’t noticed after all this time, our family is a little rough around the edges.”

“If you mean honest, yes, I’ve seen that.”

“Blunt, opinionated…”

“Cranky, mean-spirited…” Valerie stood in the hall doorway, rubbing her wet hair with a towel. Nessa turned to her with a grin.

“Evil incarnate…”

“I resemble that remark,” Valerie countered without malice, stretching. She sniffed and smiled, closing her eyes in bliss. “I can smell that, and it smells wonderful.” She came further into the kitchen and Daniel pulled a chair out from the breakfast bar for her. “Why thank you, sugar.” Her accent was heavy on the moonlight and magnolias again and Nessa snickered. Valerie turned to her with a darker expression.

“Why do you feel the need to yammer about my failure as a societal pillar and human being in general?” Without waiting for an answer, she turned to Daniel. “Please excuse my sister’s boring stories.” Valerie’s expression grew tragic. “She can’t help herself, the lying is pathological. The doctors don’t know why she does it. They think maybe it stems from her being abducted by aliens as a child…”

“Val, shut up.”

“Sweetie, the sooner you admit to yourself you have a problem, the sooner we can face it and get you help.” Nessa turned on her sister with a spatula, a mixture of annoyance and amusement on her face. Valerie was actually wringing her hands like a silent movie heroine tied up on the railroad tracks.

“Now girls,” Daniel warned with mock-sternness, “you two behave or I shall have to take steps.”

“She started it.” Nessa’s voice was childish as she swatted Valerie with the handle of the spatula before turning back to the pan.

Valerie’s wail was belied by the big grin on her face. “Ahhh… she hit me… make her stop!”

Nessa turned and wiggled her index finger near Valerie’s face, her voice sing-song. “I’m not touching you, I’m not touching you.” Then she stuck her tongue out at Valerie. “Now who’s a liar? Nyah!”

Daniel couldn’t hold it in any longer. Their banter had him smiling; their regression into childhood made him laugh.

There was a knock at the door and Taser began wagging and barking.

“Come in!” the sisters chorused over the noise.

Alan peered around the door, Kelly by his side and Kim in a baby carrier in his hands. Valerie held up her hands to ward him off.

“Alan! I’ve been sick as a dog—“

“Good thing I’m here then—“

“The baby, Father of the Year. You want her to get sick, too?”

Alan set Kim on the floor by the dining table, nudging it to rock with his toe. Taser licked her face from chin to brows then turned to prance toward Kelly, who held a balding tennis ball. The baby wrinkled her face and laughed.

“It’s all part of building a healthy immune system. Breakfast ready?” He went to Nessa at the stove, patting her rump like a prize steer and planting a sound kiss on her lips.

Nessa popped him in the belly with the back of her free hand even as she accepted his kiss. “Who said you were invited?”

Valerie glanced at Daniel, shrugging at the chaos milling around them. He met her gaze and smiled.

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[> [> Talk this way (Now, seriously, you just had to know someone was going to say that....>>>>> -- Page, 20:47:34 10/03/09 Sat

Glad as I am that you had that wonderful vacation, I am sorry you had to end it by going back to .... work. Nothing like being gone for a week or two to ensue chaos. Maybe the building didn't burn down, but your routine is slap dab gone. Hope it gets back to normal soon!

>Excerpt from Old Dogs, copyright 2008-2009,
>Debi Matlack, all rights reserved. Posted for sharing
>and critique purposes only; does not constitute
>publication.
>----
>This takes place the follwoing mroning after the scene
>where valerie was down with the flu and Daniel
>volunteered himself to stay with her.
>You gotta love family...;-)
>**********
>
>“Knock, knock.”
>
>Daniel turned toward the front of the house where the
>voice had come from. Vanessa came in, laden with
>grocery bags. He took some from her and they made it
>to the counter in the kitchen.
>
>“Thanks. How’s the patient?” Nessa caught an apple as
>it rolled to the edge of the sink.
>
>Daniel nodded toward the bathroom. “She’s
>decontaminating as we speak.” He started rummaging in
>the bags and putting things away in the fridge and
>cabinets. “She had a pretty high fever last night, but
>once I started dosing her with ibuprofen it seemed to
>help.”
>
>Nessa brushed a stray lock of pale hair behind her ear
>and nodded, rooting for a pan and setting out eggs and
>sausage. “Did she have nightmares?”
>
>Daniel watched as Nessa sprayed the pan and put it on
>the burner, reaching for the sausage. He nudged the
>package closer. “One time, but it was all right,
>though for a moment I was starting to wonder at the
>wisdom of my declining your offer to come over.”
>
>The pan began to smoke and Nessa dropped the links in.
>“Val’s had night terrors since we were kids. Don’t
>know why, our childhood wasn’t particularly traumatic.
>She just never outgrew them. They’re worse when she’s
>under stress.”
>
>“Like a fever.”
>
>“Or a bad marriage.” Nessa smiled, throwing a quick
>glance over her shoulder toward the hallway, making
>sure Valerie wasn’t eavesdropping. “She’d call me
>about once a week, usually a wreck because she wasn’t
>getting any sleep.”

Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match...*G*

>Daniel made a sympathetic face as he plugged in the
>toaster. “That’s terrible. Cassandra and I had rough
>patches, everyone does, but we always worked things
>out.”
>
>Nessa snorted. “Ben was interested in Ben and whatever
>was most advantageous to Ben. He’s from an old-money,
>Old South family and does whatever Mother tells him to
>do. Their entire marriage, Val was their project, to
>mold her into something they could be happy with.” She
>turned the burner down under the pan, rolling the
>sausages around. “Damn, I think they’re scorching.”

I take it Vanessa isn't going to challenge Giada De Laurentiis in the kitchen? *G*

>Daniel was feeding slices of bread into the slots of
>the toaster. He had a look and suggested, “Pick the
>pan up off the burner for a moment.” The links were
>rescued and returned to the stove to cook a little
>slower this time. He couldn’t contain his curiosity.
>“So, Valerie actually stayed married to him for… how
>long?”

Ooh, I hope she doesn't walk in on them!

>“Eight years. It was okay to start, but he didn’t want
>her to work, she needs to stay busy, she wanted to go
>back to school, he didn’t see why she should, he
>thought he should be able to go and do whatever he
>wanted whenever he wanted and she was expected to be
>wherever he thought she should be at any given moment
>and blah, blah, blah…” Nessa made a face then grinned
>at him. “In case you hadn’t noticed after all this
>time, our family is a little rough around the edges.”
>
>“If you mean honest, yes, I’ve seen that.”

I truly love the way Daniel phrased that! Funny how the way society takes honesty and makes people feel they should apologize for it, like Nessa saying "rough around the edges." I like the Roarks!
>
“Blunt, opinionated…”
>
>“Cranky, mean-spirited…” Valerie stood in the hall
>doorway, rubbing her wet hair with a towel. Nessa
>turned to her with a grin.

Evidently, Val didn't overhear that ex-husband and his sainted mama conversation...
>
>“Evil incarnate…”
>
>“I resemble that remark,” Valerie countered without
>malice, stretching.

That's one of my husband's favorite sayings!

She sniffed and smiled, closing
>her eyes in bliss. “I can smell that, and it smells
>wonderful.” She came further into the kitchen and
>Daniel pulled a chair out from the breakfast bar for
>her. “Why thank you, sugar.” Her accent was heavy on
>the moonlight and magnolias again and Nessa snickered.
>Valerie turned to her with a darker expression.
>
>“Why do you feel the need to yammer about my failure
>as a societal pillar and human being in general?”

Well, maybe she did. LOL. She must've been sick, because I'd have expected her to at least attempt to slap a piece of duct tape over Nessa's mouth as she yelled at her. *G*
Without waiting for an answer, she turned to Daniel.
>“Please excuse my sister’s boring stories.” Valerie’s
>expression grew tragic. “She can’t help herself, the
>lying is pathological. The doctors don’t know why she
>does it. They think maybe it stems from her being
>abducted by aliens as a child…”
>
>“Val, shut up.”
>
>“Sweetie, the sooner you admit to yourself you have a
>problem, the sooner we can face it and get you help.”
>Nessa turned on her sister with a spatula, a mixture
>of annoyance and amusement on her face. Valerie was
>actually wringing her hands like a silent movie
>heroine tied up on the railroad tracks.
>
>“Now girls,” Daniel warned with mock-sternness, “you
>two behave or I shall have to take steps.”

Bwahaha!

>“She started it.” Nessa’s voice was childish as she
>swatted Valerie with the handle of the spatula before
>turning back to the pan.
>
>Valerie’s wail was belied by the big grin on her face.
>“Ahhh… she hit me… make her stop!”
>
>Nessa turned and wiggled her index finger near
>Valerie’s face, her voice sing-song. “I’m not touching
>you, I’m not touching you.” Then she stuck her tongue
>out at Valerie. “Now who’s a liar? Nyah!”

LOL! Sisters!

>Daniel couldn’t hold it in any longer. Their banter
>had him smiling; their regression into childhood made
>him laugh.
>
>There was a knock at the door and Taser began wagging
>and barking.
>
>“Come in!” the sisters chorused over the noise.
>
>Alan peered around the door, Kelly by his side and Kim
>in a baby carrier in his hands. Valerie held up her
>hands to ward him off.
>
>“Alan! I’ve been sick as a dog—“
>
>“Good thing I’m here then—“
>
>“The baby, Father of the Year. You want her to get
>sick, too?”

Oh, I love the way she referred to him as Father of the Year! LOL!

>Alan set Kim on the floor by the dining table, nudging
>it to rock with his toe. Taser licked her face from
>chin to brows then turned to prance toward Kelly, who
>held a balding tennis ball. The baby wrinkled her face
>and laughed.
>
>“It’s all part of building a healthy immune system.
>Breakfast ready?” He went to Nessa at the stove,
>patting her rump like a prize steer and planting a
>sound kiss on her lips.
>
>Nessa popped him in the belly with the back of her
>free hand even as she accepted his kiss. “Who said you
>were invited?”
>
>Valerie glanced at Daniel, shrugging at the chaos
>milling around them. He met her gaze and smiled.

Again, I'm so envious of your dialogue skills. Even with nothing more going on than breakfast prep and a bit of gossip, I'm as engrossed as I would be if a car just rolled down an embankment. And it's because of the way these characters interact with each other. I love the matter of fact way Nessa gives Daniel the 4-1-1. And the interplay between the sisters is priceless!

Hugs,
Page

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[> [> [> Of course I knew...;-) -- Debi, 23:00:02 10/03/09 Sat

>Glad as I am that you had that wonderful vacation,
>I am sorry you had to end it by going back to ....
>work. Nothing like being gone for a week or two to
>ensue chaos. Maybe the building didn't burn down, but
>your routine is slap dab gone. Hope it gets back to
>normal soon!


Ugh, no kidding. Writing time and quiet, it's all I really want... and a steady income. If I could wrangle that, I'd be good.
>
>
>Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match...*G*

That was Nessa and Alan's plan from the git-go...
>
She
>>turned the burner down under the pan, rolling the
>>sausages around. “Damn, I think they’re scorching.”
>
>I take it Vanessa isn't going to challenge Giada De
>Laurentiis in the kitchen? *G*


Not really. She's not really paying attention either...
>
>>“If you mean honest, yes, I’ve seen that.”
>
>I truly love the way Daniel phrased that! Funny
>how the way society takes honesty and makes people
>feel they should apologize for it, like Nessa saying
>"rough around the edges." I like the Roarks!


They are cool. Not disimilar to my family, just more of them...
>>
>>“I resemble that remark,” Valerie countered without
>>malice, stretching.
>
>That's one of my husband's favorite sayings!

I learned it from my dad. I always thought it was a Navy thing.
>
>Well, maybe she did. LOL. She must've been sick,
>because I'd have expected her to at least attempt to
>slap a piece of duct tape over Nessa's mouth as she
>yelled at her. *G*


She knows Nessa has a big mouth. She's resigned to it, I think.

>>Nessa turned and wiggled her index finger near
>>Valerie’s face, her voice sing-song. “I’m not touching
>>you, I’m not touching you.” Then she stuck her tongue
>>out at Valerie. “Now who’s a liar? Nyah!”
>
>LOL! Sisters!

Then it does ring true? Remember, I'm an only child here.
>
>>“The baby, Father of the Year. You want her to get
>>sick, too?”
>
>Oh, I love the way she referred to him as Father of
>the Year! LOL!


She has these little nicknames she calls people as the situation demands.
>
>Again, I'm so envious of your dialogue skills.
>Even with nothing more going on than breakfast prep
>and a bit of gossip, I'm as engrossed as I would be if
>a car just rolled down an embankment. And it's
>because of the way these characters interact with each
>other. I love the matter of fact way Nessa gives
>Daniel the 4-1-1. And the interplay between the
>sisters is priceless!
>
>Hugs,
>Page


Thanks Page! I'm glad you like my dialogue. I think I'm lucky to have characters with such clear voices. They're pretty opinionated about how I write them and if it doesn't sound right, they nag until I fix it. Yes, I hear voices, Officer...;-)

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[> [> [> [> Re: Of course I knew...;-) -- Page, 20:07:16 10/04/09 Sun

The sisters totally ring true! My younger brother and I still kid each other like this. And we still argue over who did what to whom back in the day, and whose spanking was the worst. Mine always were, and don't let him tell you any differently! *G* Oh, and when he phones the house, our conversation always begins like this:

Me: Hello?
Him: (singing in an Elmer Fudd voice) Oh, Brunhilde, you're so wuvwy.
Me: (as Bugs Bunny) Yes, I know it; I can't help it!

We've done that since we were little kids. Some things never change!

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[> [> [> [> [> LOL!!! -- Debi, 20:23:45 10/04/09 Sun

>The sisters totally ring true! My younger
>brother and I still kid each other like this. And we
>still argue over who did what to whom back in the day,
>and whose spanking was the worst. Mine always were,
>and don't let him tell you any differently! *G* Oh,
>and when he phones the house, our conversation
>always begins like this:
>
>Me: Hello?
>Him: (singing in an Elmer Fudd voice) Oh, Brunhilde,
>you're so wuvwy.
>Me: (as Bugs Bunny) Yes, I know it; I can't help it!
>
>We've done that since we were little kids. Some
>things never change!

The things I missed being an only child... *sigh* That's freakin' hilarious, I don't care who you are...

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[> [> crit this way... -- Lady Morilka (*bg*), 04:07:01 10/12/09 Mon

>Excerpt from Old Dogs, copyright 2008-2009,
>Debi Matlack, all rights reserved. Posted for sharing
>and critique purposes only; does not constitute
>publication.
>**********
>
>“Knock, knock.”
>
>Daniel turned toward the front of the house where the
>voice had come from. Vanessa came in, laden with
>grocery bags. He took some from her and they made it
>to the counter in the kitchen.
made it there before what? Before the bags fall apart, the content spilled....
>
>“Thanks. How’s the patient?” Nessa caught an apple as
>it rolled to the edge of the sink.
>
>Daniel nodded toward the bathroom. “She’s
>decontaminating as we speak.”
Lol
He started rummaging in
>the bags and putting things away in the fridge and
>cabinets. “She had a pretty high fever last night, but
>once I started dosing her with ibuprofen it seemed to
>help.”
>
>Nessa brushed a stray lock of pale hair behind her ear
>and nodded, rooting for a pan and setting out eggs and
>sausage. “Did she have nightmares?”
How close are they at this point? just wondering when exactly in the story this scene is set.
>
>Daniel watched as Nessa sprayed the pan and put it on
>the burner, reaching for the sausage. He nudged the
>package closer. “One time, but it was all right,
>though for a moment I was starting to wonder at the
>wisdom of my declining your offer to come over.”
>
>The pan began to smoke and Nessa dropped the links in.
>“Val’s had night terrors since we were kids. Don’t
>know why, our childhood wasn’t particularly traumatic.
>She just never outgrew them. They’re worse when she’s
>under stress.”
I can totally relate to the never outgrown part, also stress doesnt make them worse for me, I sleep like a stone whem I'm under stress.;)
>
>“Like a fever.”
>
>“Or a bad marriage.” Nessa smiled, throwing a quick
>glance over her shoulder toward the hallway, making
>sure Valerie wasn’t eavesdropping. “She’d call me
>about once a week, usually a wreck because she wasn’t
>getting any sleep.”
This part is good, it showes just how bad her marriage was for her.
>
>Daniel made a sympathetic face as he plugged in the
>toaster. “That’s terrible. Cassandra and I had rough
>patches, everyone does, but we always worked things
>out.”
>
>Nessa snorted. “Ben was interested in Ben and whatever
>was most advantageous to Ben. He’s from an old-money,
>Old shouldn't it be old South family and does whatever Mother tells him to
>do. Their entire marriage, Val was their project, to
>mold her into something they could be happy with.” She
>turned the burner down under the pan, rolling the
>sausages around. “Damn, I think they’re scorching.”
lol distraction in the kitchen s not a good thing.
>
>Daniel was feeding slices of bread into the slots of
I would leave out "the slots" since it should be obvious when he is feeding them into the toaster that they go into the slots ;)
>the toaster. He had a look and suggested, “Pick the
>pan up off the burner for a moment.” The links were
>rescued and returned to the stove to cook a little
>slower this time. He couldn’t contain his curiosity.
>“So, Valerie actually stayed married to him for… how
>long?”
>
>“Eight years. It was okay to start, but he didn’t want
>her to work, she needs to stay busy, she wanted to go
>back to school, he didn’t see why she should, he
>thought he should be able to go and do whatever he
>wanted whenever he wanted and she was expected to be
>wherever he thought she should be at any given moment
>and blah, blah, blah…” Nessa made a face then grinned
>at him. “In case you hadn’t noticed after all this
>time, our family is a little rough around the edges.”
>
>“If you mean honest, yes, I’ve seen that.”
Oh, that is great, you wait for denial or something like that and daniel turns it into a positiv thing. Love it!
>
>“Blunt, opinionated…”
>
>“Cranky, mean-spirited…” Valerie stood in the hall
>doorway, rubbing her wet hair with a towel. Nessa
>turned to her with a grin.
>
>“Evil incarnate…”
>
>“I resemble that remark,” Valerie countered without
>malice, stretching. She sniffed and smiled, closing
>her eyes in bliss. “I can smell that, when you weren't able to smell for a while, the first smell ist always welcome no matter what it is, since it means you're getting better ;)
and it smells
>wonderful.” She came further into the kitchen and
>Daniel pulled a chair out from the breakfast bar for
>her. “Why thank you, sugar.” Her accent was heavy on
>the moonlight and magnolias again and Nessa snickered.
>Valerie turned to her with a darker expression.
teasing?
>
>“Why do you feel the need to yammer about my failure
>as a societal pillar and human being in general?”
>Without waiting for an answer, she turned to Daniel.
>“Please excuse my sister’s boring stories.” Valerie’s
>expression grew tragic. “She can’t help herself, the
>lying is pathological. The doctors don’t know why she
>does it. They think maybe it stems from her being
>abducted by aliens as a child…”
>
>“Val, shut up.”
>
>“Sweetie, the sooner you admit to yourself you have a
>problem, the sooner we can face it and get you help.”
>Nessa turned on her sister with a spatula, a mixture
>of annoyance and amusement on her face. Valerie was
>actually wringing her hands like a silent movie
>heroine tied up on the railroad tracks.
Doesn't remind me of my sister and me but of the DH and me :D
>
>“Now girls,” Daniel warned with mock-sternness, “you
>two behave or I shall have to take steps.”
>
>“She started it.” Nessa’s voice was childish as she
>swatted Valerie with the handle of the spatula before
>turning back to the pan.
>
>Valerie’s wail was belied by the big grin on her face.
>“Ahhh… she hit me… make her stop!”
>
>Nessa turned and wiggled her index finger near
>Valerie’s face, her voice sing-song. “I’m not touching
>you, I’m not touching you.” Then she stuck her tongue
>out at Valerie. “Now who’s a liar? Nyah!”
>
>Daniel couldn’t hold it in any longer. Their banter
>had him smiling; their regression into childhood made
>him laugh.
>
>There was a knock at the door and Taser began wagging
>and barking.
>
>“Come in!” the sisters chorused over the noise.
Jup, Familie! Captured at its best.
>
>Alan peered around the door, Kelly by his side and Kim
>in a baby carrier in his hands. Valerie held up her
>hands to ward him off.
>
>“Alan! I’ve been sick as a dog—“
>
>“Good thing I’m here then—“
>
>“The baby, Father of the Year. You want her to get
>sick, too?”
>
>Alan set Kim on the floor by the dining table, nudging
>it to rock with his toe. Taser licked her face from
>chin to brows then turned to prance toward Kelly, who
>held a balding tennis ball. The baby wrinkled her face
>and laughed.
I love that you didn't make the parents to overprotectiv about the kids, I can't stand how kids are wraped up nowadays. They won't break when in contact with dirt!
>
>“It’s all part of building a healthy immune system.
Do you know my mom? Could have been her saying that.
>Breakfast ready?” He went to Nessa at the stove,
>patting her rump like a prize steer and planting a
>sound kiss on her lips.
>
>Nessa popped him in the belly with the back of her
>free hand even as she accepted his kiss. “Who said you
>were invited?”
>
>Valerie glanced at Daniel, shrugging at the chaos
>milling around them. He met her gaze and smiled.

I really like that scene, you have a gift of turning the usual into somethin fun to read and giving a lot of insight without it beeing boring.

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[> [> [> Thanks Lady M! *see, got it right this time!* -- Debi, 13:47:05 10/12/09 Mon

He took some from her and they made it
>>to the counter in the kitchen.
>made it there before what? Before the bags fall
>apart, the content spilled....


Gotcha, need to emphasize the full, awkward bags thing.
>>

>How close are they at this point? just wondering
>when exactly in the story this scene is set.


This is pretty early in their relationship, just after he rescued her from her dead car on the highway and they had a meal in a local restaurant where he expressed interest and she deflected him slightly, stating the need more for a friend than anything.
>>

>I can totally relate to the never outgrown part,
>also stress doesnt make them worse for me, I sleep
>like a stone whem I'm under stress.;)


That's interesting that you sleep better when stressed. All the info I've found states the opposite usually, but mine aren't always related to stress wither and I haven't had them in years and years.
>>
>>“Like a fever.”
>>
>>“Or a bad marriage.” Nessa smiled, throwing a quick
>>glance over her shoulder toward the hallway, making
>>sure Valerie wasn’t eavesdropping. “She’d call me
>>about once a week, usually a wreck because she wasn’t
>>getting any sleep.”
>This part is good, it showes just how bad her
>marriage was for her.

>>
“Damn, I think they’re scorching.”
>lol distraction in the kitchen s not a good
>thing.


And I am the Queen of Forgetting Things On The Stove.
>>
>>“If you mean honest, yes, I’ve seen that.”
>Oh, that is great, you wait for denial or something
>like that and daniel turns it into a positiv thing.
>Love it!


Thanks!
>>
>>“Blunt, opinionated…”
>>
She sniffed and smiled, closing
>>her eyes in bliss. “I can smell that, when you
>weren't able to smell for a while, the first smell ist
>always welcome no matter what it is, since it means
>you're getting better ;)


Oh, I know! Anything smells fantastic when your head opens back up again.

Nessa snickered.
>>Valerie turned to her with a darker expression.
>teasing?

Oh yes, though she does look threatening.
>>

>Doesn't remind me of my sister and me but of the DH
>and me :D

;-)
>>

>>“Come in!” the sisters chorused over the noise.
>Jup, Familie! Captured at its best.
>>

>I love that you didn't make the parents to
>overprotectiv about the kids, I can't stand how kids
>are wraped up nowadays. They won't break when in
>contact with dirt!


This couple is so modeled after friends of mine. Four daughters, all close in age, all growing up in and around a vet clinic. The girls were just as happy and healthy as they could be, without excessive paranoia and the parent's behalf.
>>
>>“It’s all part of building a healthy immune system.
>Do you know my mom? Could have been her saying
>that.


We say it all the time at work.;-) It's true!

>I really like that scene, you have a gift of
>turning the usual into somethin fun to read and giving
>a lot of insight without it beeing boring.


Thank you very much. If I can make something ordinary still be interesting, then I'm happy.

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[> [> [> [> Stress and Nightmare -- Lady Morilka, 14:40:10 10/12/09 Mon

That's interesting that you sleep better when stressed. All the info I've found states the opposite usually, but mine aren't always related to stress wither and I haven't had them in years and years.

When my body ist under stress I sleep like a stone cos he notices he needs every strenght it can find. And when I'm not physically exaused but still stressed I sleep very light and wake up before the dreams get really bad.
And because I've had nightmares since childhood I taught myself to wake myself up, I'm terrified none the less, but it's better than waiting unable to do something.
The worst nightmares I get out of the blue when I sleep quite sound, thats why they are so disturbing.

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[> [> [> [> [> I see. -- Debi, 18:47:41 10/12/09 Mon

>When my body ist under stress I sleep like a stone cos
>he notices he needs every strenght it can find. And
>when I'm not physically exaused but still stressed I
>sleep very light and wake up before the dreams get
>really bad.

Yes. I'm a very light sleeper and unless I really wear myself out physically, I don't sleep sound. Aside from the significant amonut of weight I need to lose, I need to exercise more just to make myself tired enough to really rest well.

>And because I've had nightmares since childhood I
>taught myself to wake myself up, I'm terrified none
>the less, but it's better than waiting unable to do
>something.

I can do this sometimes. I've gotten better at it over the years, but the nightmares are few and far between. Lately the worst I've had are just really disturbing images, usually relating to animals, since I work with them all day.

>The worst nightmares I get out of the blue when I
>sleep quite sound, thats why they are so disturbing.

I can imagine. Thank you for sharing your experinces. It makes me feel better about incorporating Valerie's sleep disturbances into the story.

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