I love cats. I love cat memes. But really, I think “I can Haz a Cheezeburger” killed the internet. Find out how the Rome Construction Crew brought the internet back!
(Go on, click – it has a cute cat picture!)
I love cats. I love cat memes. But really, I think “I can Haz a Cheezeburger” killed the internet. Find out how the Rome Construction Crew brought the internet back!
(Go on, click – it has a cute cat picture!)
The Rome Construction Crew was reborn today! Way to go, Crew – you were the best thing to happen to this blogger!
A: I need the music loud and big tonight!
D: How about some panpipes? I have a lovely set somewhere over–
A: No, D – not any of your bard-y fireside music. I need big – it needs to be heard over a body of water – music.
D: Ah, pipes, then?
A: And drums.
D: Um, A. . . are we going to war?
A: War? Silly Druid, wars are for politicians. No, we are celebrating. You and TC are in charge of the music and probably the singing too, since I can’t carry a tune.
D: What are we celebrating – and what are you bringing to this hootenanny?
A: Me, of course!
D: Now you’re just being obscure.
A: Says the Druid. First, I’m bringing me to the hootenanny, and possibly potato chips and dip. Second, my word count for Camp NaNoWriMo has been validated.
D: How many words?
D: And the book?
A: Congratulate me first.
D: . . .That’s stupendous, A. Way to go.
A: With sincerity, and possibly enthusiasm, if you can manage it.
D: I never doubted you for a moment, A.
A: That’s better. The book is well on its way. They’re in 1745, they’re realizing that perhaps they were sent there for a reason, and Bonnie Prince Charlie is about to call the clans. All in all, good times. Word vomit, but good times.
D: I’m proud of you A.
A: Thanks, D. Me too!
D: Okay, that was nice. Get back to work, woman.
A: What about my hootenanny?
D: Don’t you watch TV? That always ends with crazy masks and zombies.
A: Right. How could I forget? No more Netflix for you, D.
The Creative Writing Challenge continues at the Community Storyboard. Today’s prompt: Pick an object in your room, and write a story. I have sleep (or lack thereof) on the brain with “Bed Head.” For the best story that popped up at the Community Storyboard, check out Ionia’s, “Polly wants a what?” Hands down my favorite of the day.
Also, huge congratulations are in order to Charles and Briana – thank *you* for letting us be a part of your respective book promotions. It was a lot of fun. Wishing you both a ridiculous amount of success!
Finally, here’s a little something from Part 3 of The Book, i.e. something I salvaged from the word vomit:
It beat at her. Tiny movements bombarded her. Breathing hurt her ears, so complete was the absence of noise.
Maureen opened her eyes, slowly acknowledging that this was no dream – no nightmare to be avoided by deeper dreaming.
Nothing met her gaze. The darkness absolute. Her shriek rose from deep within her gut.
Announcer: Today’s guest author is John W. Howell who writes a blog named Fiction Favorites. It can be found at http://johnwhowell.com. John will be interviewed by D. So D you are on.
D: Since A is still out of touch today we have with us as a guest author; Mr. John W. Howell the world-famous scientist and writer of intriguing stories about the early mating habits of the Druid clan─
J: Um excuse me D but that is not correct.
D: What part is not true? Scientist? World famous? Writer?
J: I know nothing of the mating habits of Druids and I am not a scientist nor am I world-famous.
D: These are the notes I have. Oh wait, these are about John Milton. Did A made a mistake in asking you to guest today?
J: Well that remains to be seen, but I am not sure where you got that bio, but it is not me.
D: Your name is John right?
J: That is correct.
D: You are a writer?
J: Yes that is also correct.
D: What have you written?
J: Well my second novel is being edited by the publisher as we speak and the third is about three quarters finished.
D: Your second you say? Where is the first?
J: Well I printed the manuscript on my computer and it is in my laundry room.
D: Laundry room? What’s that and what is your manuscript doing there?
J: A laundry room is where you wash clothes and it is holding the door open.
D: You have a door on your creek? How do you do that?
J: Creek? What do you mean creek? *sigh*
D: We druids wash our clothes at the creek on the rocks.
J: No, no today there are rooms set aside to wash clothes.
D: How do you get a creek to run through a room? Oh never mind.(rolls eyes) Why is the manuscript holding the door open?
J: So the wind won’t slam it shut.
D: I am getting the opinion you are avoiding the question. Why isn’t the manuscript where it can be read?
J: Because it is lousy.
D: Covered in bugs?
J: The story needs work so there it sits. I guess I should look at it again but I have been so darned busy.
D: Yes busy is the curse of creative people I have found. Too busy for this, too busy for that.
J: Is the interview over?
D: I didn’t even get to ask you about your book.
J: That’s okay. When I get a launch date maybe A will let me come back.
J: Sorry, I missed that.
D: Yeah sure she will invite you back to describe a little more your clothes washing habits and your first book. You’ll pardon me if I don’t see you out, but I need to prepare a report for A on this meeting. Goodbye John er…
J: Howell. The last name is Howell. That’s okay I dropped some crumbs and can follow them out. Bye now.
D: Very well.*Mumbles* Damn mice. Good luck
John’s main interests are reading, writing and sometimes arithmetic. He turned to writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive career in business. John writes thriller fiction novels and short stories. His story Cold Night Out won an honorable mention in Writers Digest Popular Fiction contest this year. He also won first place in the Kurt Vonnegut Kilgore Trout novel contest just announced in April, celebrating Kurt Vonnegut as an author. His short story Never Give Inn was selected to be published in the Miracle E-zine fifth issue published in April.
He spends off time reconditioning a 1978 Toyota FJ40 Land Cruiser and consulting with major companies in the areas of strategic planning and marketing. (The arithmetic part)
John lives on Mustang Island in the Gulf of Mexico off the coast of south Texas with his wife Molly and their spoiled rescue pets.
John has finished his debut novel and has signed a contract with Martin Sisters Publishing.www.martinsisterpublishing.com
Read more at Fiction Favorites – and many thanks to John for joining the D/A Dialogues today!
D: I can’t believe you’re typing this on your phone.
A: I know – watch out for autocorrect fails.
D: Auto-what? A it’s bad enough you didn’t listen to your intuition and do this at lunch. Must you add insult to injury?
Anyway, this is supposed to be my first-of-the-month, Rome Construction Crew Update. I think, in light of the fact that I’m posting this in 3G, those updates and goals for the month shall be brief.
D: Can you actually manage brief?
A: With you? Not bloody likely! If you could refrain–
D: From being me?
A: I’d consider it a favor.
D: I suppose, under the circumstances–
A: Cheers, D. So, progress:
A: No you’re not.
D: Who’s wasting 3G bandwidth now??
A: You don’t even know what that is – but good point.
D: Can potatoes even be–
D: Right – oh look, a blue box.
D:Make people feel a bit more welcome, perhaps? Help them understand the crazy universe that you reference willy-nilly as though we all had access to your head?
A: Says the character in my head.
D: Precisely. Are you done yet?
A: One more! I want to outline one longer piece of fiction and write two other short pieces that aren’t related to the Out of Time universe, and submit a piece I’ve been working on for the RCC.
D: Always have to have the last word, hm?
A: I learned from the Master, D.
Final last word (I promise): The time may be nigh (ok, in a year or so) for an adventure. If you could go anywhere, if things like Visas and Passports weren’t an issue, where would you go? How long would you stay? What would you do?
A: Migraine, migraine, go away, and please don’t come another day.
D: You call that poetry, A?
A: Nothing I do is poetry, D – I’m bad at it on a good day, and today is not that day.
D: I tremble to ask if you did anything of worth this day?
A: Watched the BBC’s new-to-me Agatha Christie’s Marple – which, overall, isn’t bad if I haven’t read the book they’re “re-imaging.” If I have, or if I’ve already watched a version of the story and it included Francesca Annis and James Warwick, then it’s bad beyond measure.
D: I think you should stick to your fictional British spies on days like today – you’re running a risk on that one, A. What about your goals?
A: (Whimper) Ask me again tomorrow – tomorrow is the 1st, i.e. official update day. Let’s just say that round 1 of editing for Part 2 (which may now be Book 2) is complete.
D: Well done, A.
A: . . .
D: I do know when to walk softly.
A: Occasionally. I also put a flash fiction piece up for the Electric Purple Prompt on the Community Storyboard. It’s called A Fairy’s Kiss. And, I’m working on a modern counterpoint to the love letters post I did a few weeks ago.
D: I’m just going to keep walking softly here, A.
A: Smart Druid.
Dame Christie Fan? Thoughts on the new(ish) Marple? Aren’t Tommy and Tuppence — I mean Francesca Annis and James Warwick the best, ever?!
D: What have you done?!
A: That’s a rather loaded question, D.
D: Don’t play coy with me, woman.
D: What did you do to the blog?
A: I thought you didn’t understand this techy, new-age (to you) blogosphere thing.
D: I don’t, especially when you go changing everything on me.
A: I was feeling cramped with the other page; it felt disorganized somehow. Plus: pretty picture.
D: Well, I suppose; it does remind me of home.
A: See, not all change is bad, D.
D: Famous last words, A. Famous last words.
A: No D, famous last words are things like: “I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis.”
D: . . .
A: I’m not kidding, D. Humphrey Bogart. Look it up. If it’s in Wikipedia, it must be true.
D: . . .
A: I love it when he has no words. Anyway, the title was going to be “You like me, you really like me” however–
D: A, that is so tired.
A: I think what you mean is so tried and true.
A: Come on, Druid, play along! There is such an outpouring of goodwill in the WordPress Community. I am so lucky to be a part of it.
D: I will allow that my sensibilities are both surprised and pleased by the welcome we have received.
A: Have you been spending time in the 19th century?
D: It beats the jargon you attempt to pass off as English.
A: And yet the outpouring of goodwill stops with D.
D: You were speaking of awards, A?
A: Indeed. This post – or what should have been a series of posts – is long overdue. And it should surprise no one that I’m going to break the rules.
D: You know, that you are so predictable in breaking the rules eliminates the rebellious aspect of it, A.
A: Being 33 eliminates the rebellious aspect, D. I’m not rebelling; I’m just lazy.
D: Point taken. Proceed.
A: First, many thanks to John W. Howell at Fiction Favorites , Briana Vested at When I became an Author and Olivia Socum at the Claymore and the Surcoat for nominating me for the Liebster Award. Liebster translates to beloved, or dearest from German and I am honored to have such an award. And please, check out John, Briana and Olivia’s pages. They are all talented writers with their own tales to tell. It’s been a pleasure getting to know them.
The second award comes from Mike at The Eye Dancers. If you haven’t checked out his blog or his book, do it now. He weaves such interesting stories into his posts that I am always hooked. Mike nominated the D/A Dialogues for the Tag! You’re It Award. Now, the only version of tag I’ve played in years is phone tag, so this one was pretty fun! Thank you, Mike!
The third award comes from Patty at the Petite Maguique. Patty weaves beautiful images and poetry, and she’s a lovely human being to boot. Patty nominated us for the Most influential Blogger Award. I’m honored – thank you, Patty.
John at Fiction Favorites also nominated us for the Always Here if You Need Me Award, because none of us should face any of the trials and tribulations of life alone. This award is given to those who have demonstrated that they are around when needed most. Thank you, John.
D: Yes, A. Your cup overfloweth, but I believe you may be on the last one.
A: Cheers, D. Maire Anne Bailey at 1 Write Way has awarded us with the Shine On Award. Thank you, Marie!
Now, there is a bevy of questions to answer in conjunction with these awards, but I’m going to pick my favorite question from all the different options and answer them with you, D. Is that acceptable?
D: That is actually the most sensible thing you’ve done all day.
A: Don’t hurt yourself, D.
D: I believe the appropriate response is “thank you.”
A: Thank you, D!
D: Oh, go answer your questions, woman.
From Mike from the Tag! You’re It Award: What is your favorite season of the year?
A: Early Summer and Fall – both are beautiful in their own way, the temperatures are usually great, and there’s a better chance it will be dry.
D: The Autumn: it was a time of the harvest, and festivals, and for us, magic.
From Patty for the Most Influential Blogger Award: Have you ever taken a long distance train trip?
A: Yes – I took a train from Wisconsin to Arizona. It was wonderful and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
D: Across Europe during the glory days of train travel. That is truly the way to travel. Plus, murder and mayhem are so much more fun on a train.
From John for the Always Here if You Need Me Award: List something that makes you happy.
D: A sweet smile on a loved-ones face
From John for the Liebster Award:What is the most indulgent gift you ever received or given
A: A trip to Ireland when I was 16, which was then followed by me moving to Ireland when I was 18. My parents indulged my more political whims and my desire to have an adventure.
D: When we fought against the Northumbrians, to regain control of southern Pictland, my father and I were captured by a squad of native Selgovae mercenaries. My life was their indulgent gift to me.
A: Gee, D – way to be a downer.
D: Well, we didn’t do indulgent gifts. A bit of a sweet was an indulgence!
A: I suppose. Moving on, so…
From Olivia for the Liebster Award: Where do you see yourself in 10 years.
A: On an adventure. TC will be in college – heck, TC may be out of college by then, depending on what and where he studies.
D: Um, in print, I hope. And out of her head, laid to rest but enlivening the imaginations of all those who read about me!
From Briana, for the Liebster Award: How many books are in the room you’re in right now?
A: More than I can count – two bookshelves and every single flat surface has a book on it.
D: This is A’s imagination: there are library castles in here with more tomes than a man can count in his lifetime, even a man as infinitely creative as a time-travelling Druid.
From Marie, for the Shine On Award – technically we’re supposed to say seven things about us, but we’ll stick with just one.
A: TC and I are dual citizens to the US and Ireland.
D: My time travel beats your puny passport.
A: It’s not a competition, D.
D: It’s always a competition, A.
A: Okay, D. You win. Time travel trumps dual passports every single time.
As for nominations, this is where I really trash the rules. Anyone who reads this, anyone who wants one of these delightful pictures, can have it. If you do, feel free to answer the questions we answered above as well as one additional question: Why do you blog?
Of course, as D and I love to tell the tale, there are a few people, in addition to those mentioned above, that I’d like to acknowledge, for their support, their general incredibleness and the excellent stories they’ve told. It is such a wonderful community here in WordPress, and I cannot express how grateful I am to be here. What was a daydream about what would happen if anyone discovered the D/A doodles in the margins of my edited manuscript has turned into a delightful adventure!
Andra has an incredibly humorous and poignant outlook on life and I love her prose. Ionia is a star, plain and simple and her posts always make me smile, learn or feel. Helena is witty and fresh and captures her readers for a delightful ride into her world. Charles weaves such a world in Windemere (and others) that is inspiring, fun and completely engaging. Bradley is so supportive of all of us, and his drawings, his music and the stories he tells always make me smile. The Rome Construction Crew is the same and I’m blessed I found them. Tammy Salyer has a brain that I covet and a flair that I admire. Jack Flacco writes books about zombies. Need I say more?! Okay, how about the fact that he shares his thoughts on a variety of other things in a way that is both cozy and intelligent. Sarah is incredible and I can’t wait for more of her series to come out. Kevin at Critical Margins makes me think, makes me want to do more and be more. And the Community Storyboard? That place made me realize I have more than D in my head!
I know I’m missing someone, or some blog, but those are some of those I’ve gotten to know the best. There’s always the tale-telling to acknowledge the bits and pieces we find in our day, but until then, thank you, all of you!
D: Do we have a problem with Sundays?
A: Yes, they’re always followed by a Monday.
D: And are you not ready for Monday?
A: D, no one is ever ready for Monday.
D: Are you getting a little existential on me, A? Do we need to go back and have a little chat with Camus?
A: Loved that book, said that Meursault was Christ in my paper on it, and no.
D: Moving right along. Is this the only reason you’re cursing out Sunday?
A: Um, how about my vicious sunburn?
D: Oh boy . . . you do know that the scientists of this world have a lovely invention called sunscreen.
A: You sound like TC. Stop it.
D: And yet it still stands.
A: I wanted a bit of color.
D: A, you’re Irish. Flesh tone is color for you.
A: Says the Pict.
D: I know from pale, A.
A: Point taken.
D: So, you’re sunburned and you r weekend is nearly over – any more invectives to throw at Sunday’s head?
A: No, not really. It was just a long slog of a day, but it had great rewards. I accomplished three out of four goals I set for myself last week.
D: Do tell, A – I’m breathless with anticipation.
A: Snark will get you anywhere, D! I dusted off the treadmill (and used it!). I filled in and was able to erase all those (Figure out what you’re talking about, lady) tags in part 2, which clocked in at 26,199 words –
D: So we’re already over 50,000?
A: Yes, but Parts 3 and 4 shouldn’t be more than 30k combined. There’s always the editing rounds to get rid of fluff, too D.
D: I know, and forgive me if I feel that you’d need no less than 100,000 words to do justice to my greatness.
D: It’s one hell of a story, A.
A: Uh huh.
A: I think I just heard my fingers scream in agony.
D: I think that’s your sunburn. Speaking of Part 3 . . .
A: That’s the other goal I managed to accomplish – Part 3 has it’s first outline.
D: Dare I ask?
A: Ah, go on.
D: What does this outline say, A? I peeked over your shoulder and I’m a bit concerned.
A: Why? I was kinda proud of it myself:
D: That’s it, keywords?
A: And the start of everyone’s emotional state for each section – I found that very helpful in making sure the arguing from Part 2 didn’t get out of hand. Besides I thought you’d be happy – there are at least two opportunities for you to indulge your love of smoke bombs.
D: I did see that. Thank you, A.
A: I do what I can. Oh, and before you ask: editing.
A: This week’s goal: Editing.
D: That’s it?
A: I think chocolate might find its way on there, too
D: In conjunction with the treadmill?
The Druid Tells the Tale
A has yet to make any changes to this site because she is a lazy, no good—
A: Oi, Druid! Knock it off!
Fine; she’s a busy lady and getting her to sit still long enough to complete a thought is a marvel. She hasn’t acknowledged any awards yet, so I’m going to do it for her. John W. Howell at Fiction Favorites has nominated us for the Always Here if you Need Me Award. In addition, Olivia Stocum and Briana Vested have nominated us for the Liebster Award. There are others, but A was lax in recording what they were, the horrible wench. There will be a full post presently, in which everyone will be lauded in full. In the meantime, however, thank you most kindly for reading, nominating and sharing the … what is this called (blogosphere) ah, yes, the blogosphere love.
. . . And Introducing: A invites Audience Participation
D: Really A?
A: Do I bug you during your Tale-telling?
A: . . . Fine. Regardless, I would like to engage people a little and get some feedback. I have been blessed with some very astute, knowledgeable and charming readers and I’d like to know what you think of serializing a novel.
If Part 3 defies my expectations (and everything about my return to the writing world has defied them), I’m looking at a nearly 100,000 word young adult novel. It needs some paring (try a butcher knife – can it, D), but ever since I wrapped up Part 1, I’ve been thinking about serializing the first book. Each part comes in at a fairly respectable 25K words, and are complete stories in of themselves. It was initially written this way – to be published as independent novellas that could form a nice little collection. I abandoned that idea when I realized that it had a second and then third story (you’re welcome).
So, those who know, what do you think of a sterilized novel in today’s market, and today’s technology?
Sean thought he understood. Maureen – proud, fearless and free – had been captive to a crazed, driven man. She’d been unharmed, but alone and afraid in the dark. Now, she was bareheaded in the sun, a pistol at her hip, fighting back. Nothing he could say would ever change her mind, but he couldn’t participate.
“You know if you do this, the army will round you up with the rest of them – if you aren’t killed first.”
“No, I’ll get out before they do.”
“Where will you go? Jenny’s won’t be safe.”
“No, but other places will be, Sean. What about you?”
She was saying goodbye.
“I’m getting out, Maureen. I can’t stay here – I doubt I’d be welcome at Jenny’s anyway. The army is going to lock this city down and I don’t want to be trapped here when they do. I’ll telegraph Gerry when I get to Kildare, see if he can put me up for a bit. I’ll wait for you there.”
Maureen didn’t say anything to that, she just nodded and slipped her arms around him for a quick hug. And then she was gone, her message – her mission – clutched in her hand.
D: What does that have to do with celebrating, or good times?
A: Nothing, I just liked it.
D: I see . . . then what are we celebrating, exactly?
A: 100 follows for the blog, 98 of which are not related to me.
D: And the tweeting twitter bird, how many on there?
A: 125, and only 2 of those know me from the outside world. Plus, we’ve been doing this pretty regularly for two months now.
D: And you haven’t stopped writing in six months. That’s a record for you, A. I might have to do an epic poem in your honor. In the original Pict, of course.
A: And I haven’t killed you yet, which is remarkable, all things considered.
D: I admire your restraint.
A: You should. I started this whole thing as a way to productively procrastinate, and begin learning and developing a platform for the book. I think that goal is doing pretty well – it’s a perpetual goal, of course, but I’m happy with the progress. It’s also Father’s Day – for a whole two hours yet here – so I wan’ted to send out Father’s Day greetings to all the Dads, Step-Dads, Grand-Dads, Moms-who-are-Dads: everyone. Even you get in on that love-fest, D.
D: How so, A? I was more the child’s sire, not the man who reared him. Circumstances.
A: Still, I think eventually you did well by him – or at least his many-times-great grandson.
D: That is a spoiler, A.
A: Indeed it is, but Happy Father’s Day, anyway, D. Now, if you–
D: Not so fast, A – speaking of goals?
A: Outline part 3. Add some pages to the blog and acknowledge some award nominations. Oh, and drag out the treadmill. We declared a truce over my birthday weekend, but it’s time to enter the fray again, I’m afraid.
D: Is there a war against the treadmill of which I am not aware?
A: No, the war is against my sagging–
D: I’m sorry I asked; I don’t want to know this. Go to bed, A – it’s well past time!
A: Cheers, D!
The Druid Tells the Tale
D: Head over to that virtual marketplace (the wonders of this modern world) and buy Charles’ book, Beginnings of a Hero, now for .99 cents. It is a suitably epic read.
A: In honor of Father’s Day, I present to you a riff on the role of women in Star Wars: The Smurfette of Star Wars.
D: You have odd ideas about tributes, A.
A: I know, but it was funny and thought-provoking. Plus, I love Star Wars.
D: Fair enough.
D: A, I think you spelled “Bede” wrong.
A: What? No, I didn’t.
D: You mean you weren’t giving thanks to the Venerable Bede even though he has nothing to do with this particular book?
A: That is really random, D. You’re giving me more credit than I deserve.
D: Oh, wait, I know what this is – bad pun in reference to your sparkle-tastic (see what I did there? Very nice, D.) work extravaganza.
D: It’s over?
D: Thank the Bede.
A: Well done, D.
D: Wait, don’t go yet!
D: If I’m man enough to wear a kilt when the occasion/century calls for it, I’m man enough to admit that maybe it was a little boring around here without our . . . banter.
A: . . .
D: And I was just wondering if you were going to get back at it, you know, with the story.
A: Get back . . . D, I didn’t stop writing, I just did it locked up in a room for nearly 24 hours so no one could disturb me. Part 2 is drafted and awaiting some in-fill – I think I have at least two pages worth of “GET DESCRIPTION” “FILL IN HERE” “FIND OUT WHAT THE HECK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT” tags.
D: Wait, but I – but you! A! How could you!?
A: Sometimes, silence is golden, D.
D:. . . .
A: There’s still a lot of work to do. You can help. You’ll like it, I promise.
D: Promises, promises. Bead there, done that.
A: I’ve created a monster.
Telling the tale
Aside from Green Embers’ epic song dedication for TC (the child)’s last day of school on Friday, we have no tale to tell today – mostly because there are 200+ emails waiting to be read. We don’t know which tale to tell! Locking oneself up in a room for a day and then working all day the next is great for writing and overtime pay, but not so much for communication with wider world!
There is, however, a guest post pickling in my brain, and something for the RCC running around my head, and they’ll be done this week – along with another entry into the life of Claude. In the meantime, there’s this (one of the few bits that doesn’t have a “I have no clue what I’m doing” tag… yet).
“. . . Gerry mentioned in his note to me that you might have more information than you were letting on, that I might find you useful. Prove it, be useful.”
Sean glared at Mrs. Mallory. He didn’t let go of Maureen’s arm and when she made to speak, he squeezed. “I told you–”
“And I told you that I could find many to do for me. Remember Master Sean, I know quality when I see it. You two are, I don’t deny it, but I need more than that right now. Those are the conditions for staying with me. Help me, help the cause and I’ll clothe and feed you. You may even be able to earn a bob or two of your own – pay your way out of my service, if you will, since it is so distasteful to you.”
Maureen shook off Sean’s grip. “Would you mind leaving us to discuss it, Mrs. Mallory?” Maureen’s voice echoed Mrs. Mallory’s mouth – hard and cool.
Jenny Mallory nodded silently and left the drawing room, closing the door behind her.
Sean turned on Maureen. “Maureen, you promised . . .”