Final Title: Richana: How I Spent My Christmas Vacation: By Richard White (Part One)
Current Word Count: 6,531
Status: Still in Beta
By the time he set down his suitcase, however, Richard had recovered his sense of humor. After all, if he pushed the issue, Lana was liable to get annoyed with him. Making her laugh about it was a much better option. Chuckling to himself, he went to the adjoining door and opened his side. The arrangement was simple – one doorframe, two doors. Richard rattled the doorknob.
He heard Lana laughing on the other side; she really had a lovely laugh. So he twisted the knob again. “Knock it off!” she called. Instead, Richard grabbed the doorknob in both hands, shaking it as hard as he could.
“Richard, stop being silly,” Lana tried to scold, but she couldn’t stifle her snickering enough to sound aggravated with him. Better yet, she was now right on the opposite side of the door, so he banged his shoulder against it while continuing to rattle the doorknob. That provoked helpless laughter, and he yanked the door, shaking it in its frame.
Lana slapped her side of the door. “Richard, quit before you break the door down! I swear, you’re impossible…”“What do you think I’m trying to do?” he teased, banging the door with his shoulder again.
Working Title: Little Secrets Postscript
Current Word Count: 2,985
Status: Still in progress
“What can I say?” Richard replied, shrugging. “I am lucky. Now if I could somehow manage to make that luck work to get you a personality transplant…”
“Nah, I like her as she is,” Maggie said. “Besides, Tobie’s mellowing out in her old age.” Everyone turned to look, Tobie arching an eyebrow, and Maggie said with a grin, “She hasn’t called you ‘Dick’ yet, Richard, and it’s been almost ten minutes.”“Damn, I’m losing my edge,” Tobie sighed theatrically, and everyone laughed.
Working Title: Little Secrets: Traditional
Current Work Count: 695
Status: Final Editing From Authors
Thanksgiving was the Lanes’ customary holiday get-together; the one day all of them assembled in the same house. The menu always included certain favorite dishes, such as Ella’s homemade stuffing, Lucy’s casserole, and Lois’ pumpkin cheesecake, and those flavors had become as expected as the practice of each person naming something they were thankful for before the meal began. Even the cider served alongside the meal was the long-established beverage, which Lois blamed on Lucy being pregnant for so many Thanksgivings. These days the choice of cider over wine was as much in honor of the past as it was to forestall objections by the kids, who all felt quite grownup when they were first allowed to drink from wineglasses instead of unbreakable cups.
Ella liked everything planned in advance, so that on the day itself she could relax as much as possible. Unfortunately, the one thing in the Lane family that was as traditional as using Great-Grandma Tremaine’s good china was the annual family crisis. In spite of Ella’s organizational skills, in spite of Lucy and Lois’ best intentions, something always went wrong.
Working Title: In Another Lifetime: Historic (we had to break 'Protection' in half. *LOL*)
Current Work Count: 2,139
Status: Still In Progress
Steve, however, didn’t know when to leave well enough alone. “Well, well, here comes the new bride,” he said, beaming at Lois. She shot him a warning glare, but Steve just leered. “Looks like some of the fairytale’s finally wearing off. Tell you what, sweetheart, when you start looking for a real man I’ll still…”
He never finished the sentence, because Lois grabbed his tie and yanked it tight, staring into his reddening face as she snarled, “I might want to kill him at the moment, but Clark is still twice the man you are, Grizzly. Hell, that’s not even as much of a compliment as I want it to be, considering that my five-year-old nephew is more of a man than you.”
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