Ms. Hudson describing the new book arrangement. “That way, Physics by Aristotle is as far away from You Can Learn Telepathy Morton Zuckerman as possible.”
As someone who arranges her fiction books by country of origin then genre then author then year, but have neither rhyme nor reason for my non-fiction bookcases, I now feel the need to apply Ms Hudson’s excellent system.
"I've got one question. Why am I being fired?" "Ms. Smoak, isn't it?" "Yes. And I am without a doubt the single most valuable member of your technical division. That's including my so-called "supervisor." Letting me go would be a major error for this company." "I agree, which is why you're not being fired." "Uh, I assumed when you brought me up here, it was because..." "It's because I wanted you to look into something for me."
I finally got around to filling in my Rare Ship Swap sign up (so many ships to choose from, omg). Last year’s fest resulted in some excellent fic for under-loved ships, so I’m looking forward to seeing what happens in 2013.
The sun is setting and he’s made himself comfortable in the steps of cabin where the ranch hands stayed. He busies himself with strengthening the rope he’ll be using in the next couple of weeks. It’s his way to relax and a good excuse for not joining the other ranch hands in their trip to the saloon.
Once in a while, he’d still a glance at the house several yards away. The owner of the ranch, a widow by the name of Adelle DeWitt, lives there with her young son and other members of the household. If stories he heard from the men are true, Adelle DeWitt was some sort of royalty in England, who eloped to America. That a few years ago, her husband had been killed by thieves and all were killed by the woman afterwards. They also say she has a better aim than the gunslingers that came to town and can out-drink anybody who challenges her.
Laurence looks at the house again. He has no idea if any of these are true; the number of times he had talked to her can be counted in one hand and from all their short conversations, she came across as a forceful, intelligent and reasonable woman, who has her hands full with her precocious son. And somehow, every time he sits on these steps, his thoughts would drift to the woman who owns this ranch.
Maybe he should find a new spot to sit on tomorrow.