Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

For Mom and Dad (We Miss You Dad) Writer Lady turns off the water to the shower and pushes the curtain aside. Grabbing her towel she dries herself off quickly. The bathroom is foggy with steam. She barely misses Spots as she steps on to the rug. “I’m sorry kitty. I didn’t see you.” “Yeow.” “I have got to stop cranking the hot water. My skin is getting so dried out.” She finishes toweling off and heads to the kitchen. “What do you think, veggie soup or potato soup?” Writer Lady looks at Spots. “The veggies would be healthier...” She reads the labels. “Pearl onions. No, I need something to coat my stomach. Cream soup it is.” She enters High Command with dinner in tow, sitting down, she proceeds to continue writing her story. “ Her story?” Writer Lady shifts her gaze to find a handsome spy reading over her shoulder, espresso in hand. “I am the creator, you are the character. I'm telling the story, hence, the word, her.” “My dear sweet creator, if I was

“Suicide. Committing suicide is your answer?” “Not for me. For him. Why would McKinney put himself in such a position?” Scotch turned away from the monitor and looked at Pen. “Why would he put himself in such a position...” Pen repeated in an effort to cue Scotch into finishing his thought. “McKinney was on to something. Something big.” “Clearly.” Pen sipped her coffee. “Did he usually take such risks?” “In his early days, but by the time I was brought in he was a firm believer in calculated risks. Thoroughly planned out, calculated risks. If he was on social media he had a plan, a good one, and he knew all of the players.” “All but one.” Pen responded. “You’re reading my mind now. And you said we weren’t partners.” Scotch said with a grin. Pen bit back a growl. “Could you just get to the point?” “You have no sense of spontaneity do you?” Scotch turned back to his computer, hiding one tab and pulling up another. “Here is our first bread crumb.” Pen stepped forw