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Playing games was beneath Hugo Rangel. He lived by a code – that code included ethics, morals, taking responsibility, manning up! So when he watched Vinny Montague squirm whine and attempt to lay blame on a scrupulously honest woman and drag her into the mix and entwine her in his actions, he was livid.
A Man of Vision
Sophia Fuller loved her grandfather. He was a pistol. His sense of humour was dark but hilarious. He was feisty and fun, game for anything, and up for everything. He wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but she adored him.
It wouldn’t be enough to repudiate the rumours, Danielle thought. She’d have to expunge the idea from the get-go, otherwise it would follow her around forever, with someone questioning the validity of the statement. People seemed to always believe the worst and a hint of was as damaging as the reality. Unless you were a movie star, then there was pretty much no such thing as ‘bad publicity’.
Charlie O’Connor was an amalgamation of her parents and she was okay with that. Tall and slender like her father with his vibrant red hair and green eyes along with her mother’s elegant style; she automatically drew attention wherever she went.
The weather had been beautifully warm for several days, in fact unseasonably warm, which, while welcome, hinted at a long hot summer to come. After basking in undulating warmth, the kind that meant a sweater wasn’t required and a welcome reprieve after a long winter that hadn’t been harsh with minimal snow and even less rain, it was still a relief! And wouldn’t you know it, just when you were getting used to it, you woke up to misty skies and cool temperatures that had you reaching for the warmest sweater in your wardrobe!
Enterprising or Sour Grapes
McAllister woke in a sour mood. His day, his week, hell his whole month hadn’t gone well. It seemed today wasn't going to be any different. It was annoying and decidedly unsatisfying. He wasn’t used to things going wrong going badly or going awry. It was beyond frustrating.
Untimely Interval Mary was thirsty and leaning toward Beth asked if she wanted anything from the snack vendor. Beth smilingly said she could eat, popcorn would be great, and Mary hastened out to the common area. The line-ups were longer than expected and she popped her cell phone out of her pocket to peruse a couple of sites until her turn came.
The Untold Story
The yearning and urge to write were eating at Sandy. More importantly, the desire to tell a story, true in nature, that revolved solely around her best friend Mae and her husband Tom begged to be written to set the record straight and right a wrong. She normally wrote fictional stories that carried the reader to far-reaching locations and inevitably included mystery, plots, romance, love, or even controversy. Her heart raced and her emotions pumped as each idea formed and words tumbled over one another as if vying for inclusion running through her like a fast-moving river.