I hate divorce cases. They are the lowest ebb. But, I like putting food in my belly, and there wasn't anything else on the horizon. So, I would let my pride slide slowly down my throat and take the case.
"Does Mrs. Alexander know how you feel?" I asked.
He shook his head. "She's not Mrs. Alexander. She kept her maiden name, Newstead. Y'know, the Boston Newsteads? Old money."
I'd heard of them. Heirs of some shipping magnate that migrated from England back when ships were still powered by sails.
At least maybe I'd get a decent paycheck outta this...
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
‘Pride slide slowly’ love it! Simply slides off the tongue.
Christopher almost 5 years ago
Thanks, Neville. I had a band when I was in school and we wrote quite a bit of original music. So I got pretty proficient at lyric writing. I wonder if that rubs off on my non-lyric writing, subconsciously.