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She kicked off her heels with a clatter and drew in a silent breath. Cell to ear, she blew out again. “Hi. Sorry, can’t make the book-club.”
Harry sauntered back into the hallway, red-faced, rubbing his neck.
“I’m on hold. They’re crazy busy.”
He raised a finger. “She will?”
He shook his attractive head. “Haven’t talked to Collette yet. The bartender says she’ll call back.” Harry paced, avoiding eye contact.
Carolyn marched around him and scrutinized the dining-room.
“What’s Fitzroy’s drink? His wife’s?”
“Scotch, and can’t remember.”
The landline shrieked. Harry dropped his mobile.
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What will happen next? Now I have a challenge for YOU. Who wants to add another 100 words? Let’s play The Dilemma +100. The first blogger to respond will be up next on Wednesday and the second one, the Wednesday afterwards and so on.
Post on your blog, send me the link, and I’ll paste the content pointing back to you. I’ll track all submitters and notify each with a time-table.
This will be a riot! Anyone want to suggest / offer a small badge? Come on. Let’s do it!