Feb 06 2010
Sanctity Blurb
It’s funny how things come to you after you hear something from a caller or see something online.
“I’m gonna tell Turner about the tm-t88iv,” Steve was persisting in saying. Dane was having a hard time tuning him out, “it’s so much better, all this color, faster, the customers will love it.”
“I don’t think the customers give a shit about color. They just want their receipts, and they don’t want to have to come inside for them. They want to get them out there,” she pointed to the pumps, “not in here, and that doesn’t look like it’ll fit out there,” she pointed again.
“What are you saying?” Steve asked.
“I’m saying you need to get your ass out there and change the tape in the pumps.” She chewed on the end of the lollipop stick in her mouth, getting the last possible iota of flavor off the little stump.
Steve looked at her. She looked back. His eyes slid away from hers, and he slunk around the counter picking up the keys he would need and tromped outside into the cold. She sighed.
That was mean!
She jumped, the stump of lollipop stick dropped to the floor, “Stop doing that!” she hissed.
Why? her eternal tormentor inquired. It’s such FUN.
I’m trying to establish Dane’s angel as being playful despite the severity with which it acts in the prologue that I have written so far. I need to work a little better on the attitude, and get across the energy and spunk with which it engages in it’s very depressing job.
