Here is a brief snippet from the very rough draft of Sacrifice.
I screeched with frustration, which in hindsight is never okay when there are people trying to kill you. Olexander had come rushing in ready to shoot my attacker, and didn’t quite look like he knew what to do with himself when he found me lying on the bed trying to zip my pants.
“What is going on?” He asked irritated.
“The stupid dry cleaner that you insisted we switch to shrunk
my favorite wool pants!” I laid on the bed in a huff, and Olexander sat down
next to me.
“I believe in the medical profession they call this displaced
He was right, but now I had to find another outfit. I hated picking outfits.
“What happened?” Julia said calmly entering our bedroom organizing a playlist on her phone.
“That was an excellent response time Julia.” Olexander said
looking at his watch and shaking his head.
“That wasn’t an ‘I’m about to be stabbed’ scream, that was a wardrobe scream, I know the difference.”