Writer Notes: RE-Post Chapter 15 of The Gang in TS2 format
Warnings: guy with too many nicknames, all conversation, IM form at the beginning, real talk later, attempt to explaining painting in action life, brief talk of rare items
It’s droning clicks again, except Sally’s not trying to avoid certain emails in her box. This time she’s having a real conversation, still not with Shane, but with The Man, Clay of Clay’s Drama, The Godfather of Healing Wounds as Sally calls him. For once he’s acutally online.
RedheadSally_steppinurway: lets not b ridiculous
Claypizzalover_0goodness: ridiculous? Me? Never
RedheadSally_steppinurway: so where have u been?
Claypizzalover_0goodness: everywhere really some nice painting though
RedheadSally_steppinurway: thats nice anything special?
Claypizzalover_0goodness: you try to catch them in the western wind on high tide
RedheadSally_steppinurway: alright, alright
Claypizzalover_0goodness: let’s talk about you
RedheadSally_steppinurway: my house burnt down remember
Claypizzalover_0goodness: yes, I know…how are you?
RedheadSally_steppinurway: Im fine
Claypizzalover_0goodness: sure, I don’t believe that for a second
RedheadSally_steppinurway: no really da family here is takin good care of us
Claypizzalover_0goodness: that’s good
Claypizzalover_0goodness: I’m giving you a mini homework assignment
Claypizzalover_0goodness: I want you to read a book, a whole book, whichever you like
RedheadSally_steppinurway: again, really?
Claypizzalover_0goodness: Sally, please do it
RedheadSally_steppinurway: ur da Man
“Hey, Kat,” Sally hollered coming out of the Saiders’ guest bedroom. “Do you have a copy of Charlotte Doyle?”
“No,” Kat answered. “You may want to ask Jack. He loves books.”
“Where is he?”
“In his room.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you were—I—I’m sorry I woke you.”
He chuckled. “It’s all right.”
“What can I do for you?” Jack asked.
“Umm…” Sally tried to smile. “Is that a real foosball table?”
“Yes, one of my favorite additions.”
“They’re hard to find now-a-days.”
“I’m sorry, but what do you need?”
“Oh,” Sally giggled. “I came to ask if you…do you have a copy of the True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle? It’s written by Avi.”
Jack looked over at his bookshelf.
“Not on me.” He smiled. “But most of my books are still in storage. I could find it for you.”
“Oh, that’s all right.” Sally nodded. “It’s not in dire need.”
“Nonsense, it’s a good book.” Jack chuckled. “I’ll tell you what. I have to hit town tomorrow so I’ll stop by storage and pick it up for you.”
“That’s very nice, but you really don’t what to.”
“I want to.” Sally stared at him for a moment. Could someone be that generous?
“Jack,” Peppermint suddenly opened the door. “Oh, am I interrupting?”
Jack smiled. “No, dearest sister, what do you need?”
Pmint smiled at Sally then turned back to her brother. “I need to talk to you about something…if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” He grinned at Sally. “I suppose rain check?”
“Yeah,” was the only word that escaped her breathe. How Sally felt funny, embarrassed, and for some reason excited.