Just a little bit from The Spirit that I thought I'd share. I'm writing, I promise. But, these two are going to drive me to drink first.
“Jesus Christ, Annie, tell me you ain’t serious!” Shep was pacing the little sitting room of the cabin, red-faced and crowing like a rooster that got shut out of the hen house. His raging didn’t slow Annie down any though, her body working a fast as her mind as she sped around the room, cupboard doors slamming and bottles rattling as she gathered her supplies up in her arms. The spirits that had followed them back through the woods were agitated, flickering in and out of her senses and fluttering around the cabin in wordless alarm.
“That makes eight times you took the Lord’s name in vain, Shep,” she answered without breaking stride in her frantic harvest. It was here, somewhere, and she didn’t have time to calm hysterical ghosts or hold Shep’s hand while he not so quietly pitched a hissy fit about the company she did or did not keep. She wasn’t keeping anyone’s company. She was saving McAllen from something so much worse than whatever punishment Shep was convinced was waiting in the hereafter for her immortal soul.